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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

in the feckin can!
what a weekend! on saturday evening the crew for the film convened at the home of Emma, our producer,in hawkinge near folkestone with the intention of shooting the night time scenes for red morning light, staying over and then shooting the rest the next day. some hope. we were dogged by technical problems which would come back to haunt us right up until yesterday. Steve Phipps, our cameraman, had real trouble loading the film (remember this has to be done blind, with the film inside a black bag to prevent exposing it) y'see he missed the lecture teaching us this (and the rest of us were all learning our jobs at the time so we couldn't take notes for him) and other articles of operating a rather *ahem* complex arriflex film camera. eventually he figured it out and we began shooting, we did several scenes over those two days, featuring colin (production designer) in the main role and some freinds of his in the others, all of which steve captured on camera in wonderfully framed shots, he did his very best to catch up and i congratualte him on all he did but if he'd just plugged the battery into the right hole...

of course we didn't find this out till 10.30 monday morning when we take ol' Linda (for that was the cameras name) to Mr Bob cos it aint working. and he says
"whats that doing plugged in there? i doubt if you've shot anything, only about 20 foot of films gone through etc." considering my fragile mental state at the time (we'd stayed up till four saturday night/sunday morning)i'm amazed i didn't just burst into tears then, i think the reason is i was just too tired to feel very much in the way of emotion. So all plans for R&R (or in my case writing a 1,700 word essay due on tuesday) went out the window and those of us that could make it charged off to hawkinge again, and in eight hours, with one actor and the rest of us standing in for the remaining roles, we shot the whole damn film a second time, properly this time.

phew* i tell you now the relief when i saw that gold can filled with film and taped up to be sent to the lab was incredible, not proud or anything, not yet cos it could all come back from the lab and be unusable, just relieved we've done the hard bit. editing will be a doddle compared to this.

in other news, i finish uni for easter at the end of this week so i may not update in a while but i probably will. :X

todays music: The Kills-i hate the way you love part2
todays t-shirt: I'm drunk right now

# posted by The Prisoner | 10:58 AM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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