Yep we are almost half way on the short film, and I think we are doing well. The animated character and the live actress seem to be happily existing in the same space, though of course they are not, and they seem to be relating to each other. The animated character only has black beads for eyes which is a challenge, but hey appear to be looking at each other, though I’m using a bit of a theatrical cheat with the eyelines, but it does thrill me when the puppet reacts to a sudden movement by the live performer. There’s been a lot of listening by the puppet this week – now that’s a hard thing to do – I can’t keep him still but I also can’t keep him moving too much to upstage the performer. Thank goodness for eyes that blink. The puppet is not fixed in one area but he has several little stages of restricted space so much of his acting is coming from arm waving – he could win an award in semaphore! i’m also doing some lengthy sustained shots – again a challenge, and one rogue frame stands out. Likewise, there are some very very subtle shots, with slow fluid movement – again But it’s a joy to be able to do some raw acting.one rogue frame stands out like crazy. I’m even fighting my phobia of rigs as well. This is an interesting process as usually I do adapt to a storyboard, suddenly feeling a close up would work there – I can’t do that as the live action is the constant and can’t be adapted. But heck, it’s a joy to be working in all this madness.
Indeed, I’m so lucky to be making a film in these terrifying times, and under less than ideal circumstances, and with less resources than usual, , but the film is all consuming. I am certainly enjoying it, and I think it will be an interesting film, but oh heck, the nature of doing everything frame by frame means you judge everything frame by frame. a single frame won’t ruin things but I certainly stress over every frame balancing the need to make it perfect with the need to get it made on time. Masks don’t help as everything steams up, and in a day I get up and sit down in the set about three hundred times – like a gym squat each time. But i’m making a film again. and as a manipulate the puppet an extraordinary range of ideas and thoughts rampage through my head – I think I’ve just found the structure for a book I’d like to do. I’ll try and write a bit more about the film, but blame the director for all this angst.
I had a truly bizarre night, last night, experiencing being being back in my early 20s when i worked in theatre. I felt as if i was reliving it again, living out of a suitcase, and going from theatre to theatre, working in stage management, working out how to create such things as edible dinosaur meat, or how to make falling leaves drop on a tapestry a nun was working on. For cyrano I got that right most nights. The clarity of my memory at 4.00 in the morning was extraordinary- all the adventures, and sights and sounds, and textures are still there, all the various adventures and boarding houses. it was an intense couple of years, and i was never not working, and i loved it all. animation gave me other thrills but nothing compares to working with a good team of actors, getting the show ready, and calling the cues, timing them right with the actors. i wonder what brought this highly detailed memory back….especially when i can’t always remember what i did yesterday.I was remembering doodles I casually made in the prompt copy, and all the music from various shows – actually the delibes Sylvia is playing in the background now, and we used that in the pitlochry Relatively speaking. I don’t think my memory is going but the sharpness of 43 years ago is rather amazing..
Where’s it gone, well I know exactly where it’s gone. The last few weeks were a whirlwind of activity with some pressure thrown in. we did the live action element of our short, and all went well really, but once again I realise that while things are not exactly a compromise, things do evolve. One little delay or alteration has a knock on effect. My films tend to be made of tight fitting jigsaw pieces, and if one is suddenly too big it sends the other pieces off kilter, so there was a lot of thinking on my feet, and looking as if I had all the answers. Well, I did, mostly. Along with the normal intense pressure of filming, throw in covid and things led me to being thoroughly exhausted. Christmas and Covid has put the brakes on the project at the moment, which is an odd feeling. I can’t lose momentum nor think that the filming was the climax of months of work. But it’s all going to look gorgeous, and moody, and raw – a very raw performance of ‘joe’. The crew were sensational and worked hard. the arrival of a dozen gorgeous extras on the last day opened up the intimate film a bit. I want to get playing with the edit now, but will have to wait.
Add to this the weekly radio show, and the possibility of a truly bizarre but exciting potential project in Russia next autumn and things are full on. rather enjoying the radio show. I’m hoping I don’t run out of suitably mellow tunes!
with a change of pace, I’ve been active in changing bulbs, getting a new phone, a new washing machine, and upgrading my very limp broadband. The technician didn’t know one could have such a low figure. My router belonged in a history museum.
Christmas though has defeated me, and usually at this time i should be in irerland. Not this year, which is very sad.
Hoping all of you have a comfortable time, and happy days ahead.
I seem to have come to an end of introducing and planning the films at the garrick, thanks to Covid and management changes. shame.
But i do now have a weekly radio show, playing very mellow classical music, opera, ragtime, ballet and plenty of surprises – the highlight of last week’s show was the last few minutes of Honnegger’s King David. Gorgeous. this is local radio alty, and a complete contrast to the shows either side of mine. Sunday nights at 9.00 Radio Alty. we had listeners from very far afield. Come and join us.
I had great fun on the local radio this morning……good to have two hours and hosts who have done their homework.
The family came back from new zealand six months after they headed for the wedding that wasn’t. Worse places to be stranded of course, but i imagine the last few weeks of ‘the flight’s on, get packed’ flight’s off’ was pretty stressful.
and our short film is certainly ready to go. Contracts are being processed slowly, and I am like a greyhound waiting in the slips, poised, ready to spring into action as soon as we get the official go ahead. Suddenly that will be a big gear change, and i will be a whirlwind of actvity. I am of course beyond grateful that in all this we are even talking about doing a short animated film.
No social stuff though i did manage a quick segway through delamere forest, a failed attempt to get out of an escape room, and a spectacular helicopter trip.
Lots of catching up with films and series, and i am unashamedly addicted to the Repair shop and now schitt’s creek.
Right off to the sunny land of Babe.
and nature carries on, greener and with bluer skies than ever, and animals running riot.
Yep, four weeks into the lockdown, and everyone’s minds are all over the place. The glorious sunshine and the blue skies free of any vapour trails belie the disaster that is going on, rampaging with such devastating effect on everyone’s lives. I am lucky to have a garden, a cat, a lot of DVDs and packs of biscuits, but every day the motivation gets worn down a little bit. We all started out with such plans, but the novelty has worn off and the practicalities take over. Of course I should have been in new Zealand during this month, and that’s been hard with some of the family stranded there.
people are trying to be creative and the technology of Zoom has made people’s lives’ a little easier, but how will the creative industries ever recover from this. In general eyes, the arts are not important. Oh yes they are.
So as it will have for you, wherever you are, it’s all gone horribly wrong, and at such a ferocious speed. It’s only a few weeks ago that we heard of the Coronavirus, and now here we are in lockdown, with empty shops, people fighting oddly for toilet paper, and now pubs, theatres, gyms open. It’s unbelievably frightening, and we really don’t know what’s going to happen next. we’ve all lost work, or had work stalled, and I guess we can use this time to be creative, but the difficulty is keeping the momentum going when the reality of things getting back to normal for months rather takes the wind out of one’s sails. The alternative, and this is all too easy, is just to give up and let the darkness take over. suddenly, the metaphor of my film Plume is pertinent. I don’t know how we are going to recover from all this. Every day we’ll be lying in bed that bit longer, fretting that much more. We must keep going, but how are all these small businesses and the arts going to recover. We have to recover.
I did use a spare afternoon yesterday to upload some jeeves and Wooster photos and some from Bronte. If we had lost jeeves and Wooster, I would have been heartbroken.