Thursday, August 17, 2006
This looks interesting. A 40 minute doumentary about the locals who claim their town of Stonington, Maine by burning rubber on the country lanes, reminding the rich outsiders that this is "their" town. http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/16/movies/16skid.html?ex=1155960000&en=b7db62c0aec35911&ei=5087%0A Kinda like the boy racers cruising up Madeira Drive?
Monday, August 14, 2006
Some interesting short films
Brighton filmmaker, Christian Bazounguissa, has his short film entitle "Green Leaf" on the ITV Local Movies feature. It's the story of an immigrant making a life in Britain and worth watching. Go to: http://www.itvlocal.tv/ select movies & scroll down on the list for "Green Leaf".
Thursday, August 10, 2006
why am i always the last to know?
Just got a phone call from Dickie and he says he's still at Three Bridges. "What?" I exclaimed. "You set off an hour ago!" "Haven't you heard?" he said. "No." "We're under terror alert. No one can get on the trains with their bags. Everything's taking ages." Honestly, four hours of solid work, I miss everything. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4780815.stm As I flick through the BBC website for info, I selfishly wondered if this would affect my trip later this month to Greece. Hm. Now my housemate has just told me that this "terror alert" has been going on ALL MORNING! I seriously need to get stronger coffee. And here I was, in the la-la world of novels and content management systems. Sigh.
The Final Leg in a 3 Year Race
I met with Jean Marc to discuss the final details of the film's soundtrack and he's keen to get it done over the next week. I handed him my box of CDs with all the different tracks people have given me to use. As I walked home, lugging a bag of plant soil and a new wheel for Donnie, I thought about the whole importance of music and sound when watching a film. This, I think, is really it. In my mind, I could see parts of the film and all the ways I imagined the film being even though it will never be realised. Stills from the film of the actors and their names - nah, my credits won't be like that. I don't think I realistically have the time. But that's okay. Not everything is possible. When I got home, I pulled out Mark Travis's "The Director's Journey", which oddly enough, my friend and camera operator for the film lent to me. (note to self: must give it back). I'd read the book just before we started shooting and I'm sure I dipped into it several times through the process for help and inspiration. There's a quote at the end that rings especially true now - this is it: "There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is transcended through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You have to keep it open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you...no artist is pleased...there is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than others." --Martha Graham to Agnes De Mille After reading that, I ended up sending JM an email saying the things I'd forgotten. He's gonna do an interesting job with the soundtrack I'm sure. A few more decisions, and the film is in the can. Done. Sigh. Whatever you do, if you pick up the above book, DON'T look at the man's picture in the back. There's some scary 80s shit going on with it, I'm telling you.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Not quite hiding but...
Call it a shortage of money or the start of a new sensibility - I just am not going out as much as I did say last summer. Apart from a few club nights (Slackers, Black Rock free party), I've been choosing to drink at home and work on this increasingly difficult (but enjoyable) 2nd novel. Needs must. The summer days are fading fast and I can feel the cool air and long light of autumn approaching as I sit at my computer. After writing about 100 pages, I've had to pull the reins in with the novel and am now planning to spend the next few weeks doing proper plotting and outlining so I can get this novel to make sense. I did get a week away to France and I'm going to Greece at the end of the month with a group of old work colleagues. We're going to visit Ruth, who we all worked with at the British Council what feels like a life-time ago, but was only back in '99. Then, I need to get back to work on the novel. Pride was great, but by the last hour, I lost the will to live and was grateful for Janine, who gave me a packet of cashew nuts, and Dickie, who retrieved my trousers so I looked like a walking fashion faux paux but I was at least warm. I still have bruises on the inside of my arm from hoisting the heavy plastic bucket as the Pride stragglers pushed past me. I'm hoping we raised over £20,000 this year. Went to an alternative Glastonbury party and then at 2am, we headed down to Black Rock. Some of you may have seen me go-go dancing on a wooden pole along with a Spanish gay boy - I don't know how I ended up there! Currently listening to a mix from Lee Smith "The Kliks Session", made especially for Brighton Fusion. Check it out: http://www.brightonfusion.co.uk/index.php?cmd=articles_body.php&id=pc0706 Unfortunately, the site is having a few technical hiccups, but hopefully they should be sorted out soon.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Pride today at Preston Park, Brighton
Yes, I'm taking my camera. Only, I'm not going as a punter: I'm shaking buckets for charity again this year. Unfortunately I don't have a spectacularly garish outfit and there won't be a reappearance of D-man as Captain England, complete with the leotard, Union Jack cape and briefs. Sad, I know. He's already gone, as he has an earlier start with the parades. I've got ...oh shit, just under half an hour. I swear it was only 9am a minute ago. Oh well, I'm messing around with my new Blackberry, which I'm using as a trial before I fork over the £50 to KW. I'm trying to set it up so my gmail emails get sent to my phone, but I don't think it's gonna work. It will if I have outlook, which I could if someone who shall remain unnamed told us we could have pop accounts. The bastard. I'll corner him later. I don't suppose I'll be alive by the time I've finished my 10 hr shift, but having said that, I managed to go to a free party of the beach last summer and didn't get to sleep until 1pm the following day. Think I need another cup of coffee. It might be my last for a while. Pictures to come. I promise.