Introduce Yourself : Before Creation: The Vision That Broke the Silence by Renato Lakatos

Before I speak, I want to show my deepest public respect and gratitude to Geoffroy Faugerolas, Sandra Correia, Sam Rivera, and Leonardo Ramirez for their official guidance and protection. A special tribute to director Geoff Hall for standing by my words. Your platform is pure, excellent, and untouchable.Thank you from the bottom of my heart to these great, excellent people for giving me faith and hope through their kind comments, likes, and recognition. These individuals hold an invaluable worth to me. If God grants that this becomes a movie, I will never in my life forget these persons and this cathedral sanctuary, Stage 32, to whom I owe so much for welcoming me. I would like to emphasize once again to the leadership that in the near future, I will strictly and exclusively post constructive content. I am now stepping back for a little while to continue working on my screenplay in my room, in absolute peace.Dear producers, actors, and screenwriters: Allow me to welcome you into the world of my spiritual project, a vision that will find its eternal place in the history of cinema forever. Tonight, let me step into your shoes. I imagine the ladies at home, sitting on a comfortable couch, enjoying a fine glass of wine, reading my words under the soft tones of classical music. And the men, on a yacht in the shining sun of the Bahamas, lying on a sunbed with a premium cigar and a glass of single-malt whisky, drinking in this vision.Everything begins with the Tzimtzum. The world has never seen a film like this.My blood and my roots define this mandate. My father was a simple, honest carpenter from a hard-working, blue-collar family. My mother’s lineage is a true artistic world, filled with musicians and creators. But along my great-grandmother’s line, I carried a dense, hidden secret that I only discovered at the age of 26: the blood of Holocaust survivors flows through my veins. I was forged in this exact crucible.Two men shaped who I am today. They are no longer in this world, but their names belong on the silver screen.The first was my master tailor: Peter. As a young boy during the 1956 Hungarian Revolution, he survived the bloodiest persecution. He hid inside a grocery store that was filled with deceased victims. For days, he lay motionless among the dead, pretending to be a corpse just to survive. He contracted a severe infection from the bodies, but a brave doctor’s secret injection saved his life. Later, when tanks rumbled through the concrete streets of Budapest, he showed an incredible survival instinct: he broke the handles off frying pans and laid them on the ground. The soldiers thought they were landmines and halted the tanks. His relative was a high-ranking military officer in Israel, who sacrificed his life during the notorious aircraft hijackings and counter-terrorist operations of the 1970s to save the hostages and passengers. From Peter, I learned the absolute laws of survival.The second mentor was a legend of the Budapest underground: Chocolate Bill. A true, heavy-weight, street-smart gangster. He lived as a bouncer, controlled the rackets of the night, operated high-stakes card scams, and conquered the capital's concrete asphalt. Everyone feared him. When I was 16 or 17 years old, he introduced me to the heavy-weight gangsters who absolutely ruled the night and the streets in the 1990s. He took me into smoky bars where they taught me the true code of rogue honor. When I entered these circles with him, everyone respected me instantly because Chocolate Bill kept repeating: "Renato is my adopted son." There was another gangster nicknamed Leslie Bandi, who was Chocolate Bill's closest friend. Whenever Leslie Bandi appeared at a venue, the music and the very air froze around him—that is how much people feared and respected him.The smell of hot summer asphalt ruled the streets back then. In the beginning, I was just an apprentice to them—exactly like in Robert De Niro’s classic films, to whom I take off my hat here with the utmost respect and deepest honor. They trusted me with small tasks like getting cigarettes, coffee, or bringing drinks. They always slipped cash into my pocket. But as I grew, the circles turned darker: they wanted to hand me heavier tasks, they wanted to turn me into an enforcer. From that darkness, Chocolate Bill and my tailor pulled me out together, with iron fists. Peter protected me and talked me out of the abyss just in time.Let us jump a massive scene in time. I am 26 years old. I am surviving a heavy divorce and an indescribable lifetime of pain. I am working as a ticket inspector in the Budapest subway, and while working, I am screaming inside, arguing with God. I demand that if He exists, He must prove His power in the hills of physical reality.Then, on that unforgettable day, among the heavy rush of passengers, I suddenly spot a brutal colossus of a man. He was at least two meters tall, and he looked exactly like the film representation of the Scorpion King from The Mummy Returns. I wasn’t faint-hearted; as he approached, I laughed and shouted across the station: "Are you the Scorpion King from The Mummy??!!" The man smiled, and I saw he understand Hungarian. He walked over, and during a long, direct conversation, he revealed the shocking truth: "The man in the movie—that's my uncle." The cinematic occult of Hollywood suddenly took physical form on the Budapest concrete.But the absolute miracle happened later that day. Before I finished my shift that evening, God granted me the exact physical impossibility I had demanded from Him—a manifestation so profound that He hadn't done anything like it for thousands of years. I keep this sacred secret locked in my vault: I will reserve it strictly for the producer or screenwriter who forms a formal alliance with me here on Stage 32.That night, I told everything to my friend, Gabriel. We prayed together until dawn, and when we walked out to the corridor, Gabriel looked deep into my eyes and said: "Never forget, brother, the Lord loves you very much." And suddenly, out of the reddish night clouds, a titanic, roaring sound of a Shofar blasted through the sky. We both trembled. Fear and an indescribable, peaceful Authority overtook our bodies. We both heard it.This is Before Creation. This is not a fairy tale; it is the absolute truth. I want to see this vision on theater screens, not forgotten on a bookshelf. The world desperately needs faith and God. This project is a historical, global blockbuster unlike anything ever seen in cinema history—it will shatter global records if a serious partner stands beside me.The era of superheroes is over. Someone resurrect Hollywood with me and God through Before Creation!Currently, the screenplay is a 2-3 page core treatment on my phone; the rest is in my head. On my Timeline and within my network, the official Dream Cast of my future film is already set, tailored precisely for this project—whoever is interested can find their exact names and details listed directly on my Wall [1.1]. I know that in today’s world, I am asking for the impossible, but this lineup holds the true weight of the story. I am open to all serious, formal business proposals in private—either with them or without them. If necessary, I will play the raw truth of my own life in front of the cameras.The choice is in your hands. Contact me in private. The mandate is fully operational.Thank you for your attention.Renato Lakatos