Friday, August 26, 2005
In which The Prisoner has been consumed in a flurry of activity
Shot most of the film now, james just wants one final scene at a pub (which we can organise as soon as the swelling in one of our actors eyes goes down) and a picture for the cover of the DVD (oh yes folks! there's going to be a DVD!! Get your orders in now to avoid disappointment!) I'm actually quite happy with how it turned out so far, my house wasnt wrecked at all despite the passing of a huge film crew, and the rushes looked superb, we just have to wait and see what james does with the edit. i was worried at first that it was just going to be fucked up beyond belief, but it's actually all rather tongue-in-cheek, which is probably the best thing for a student movie to be, unless it's Man Bites Dog of course.
Another upshot of these few crazy days shooting a no-budget horror movie in my house is i have come up with a name for a production company should i ever need one. My Dad, who seemed slightly baffled by the sudden gaggle of long haired 19 year olds who invaded his house (and even more baffled by Johns disappearing beard, but thats another story) took to reffering to them simply as the 'Hairy Happening', as in...
"Are we having the hairy happening around again today rob?"
"Why yes father" says i.
If i ever need a name for a production company, i think i need look no furhter than "hairy happening".
todays music: Porcupine tree - Stop Swimming
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9:44 AM |
Monday, August 22, 2005
Go with the flow
The Prisoner observes a curious similarity between something he loves, and somehting he hates
As usual Astolath has got me thinking furiously with his latest post, about the way football and music are similar in their shameless exploitation of fans by the fat cats behind the scenes and the fans apparent unwillingness to see this, because they'd rather pay through the nose and be seen as a 'true fan' than get left out of the tribe. Now i hate football, always have, always will (the irony being that i work at Gillingham FC) so that particular revelation doesnt bother me, but music? can't be the same surely? of course i know it is, pretty much all the money i have goes on music or alcohol to be be consumed while watching bands and i know damn well that the musicians themselves get hardly any of the money i spend (if they did then DTM and i would have bought the barbs a car each between us by now)but i can't bring myself to believe that i have that much in common with the thugs i see screaming themselves hoarse at the priestfield on a matchday.
I may be just as exploited as the average footie fan, but i cant quite let go of my delusions, and i know i'm going to still keep forking out anyway. At least music could be seen as more positive, sure there's the mock rivalry between different fan groups, but when was the last time mounted police had to be called to a rock n roll riot? thats' one of the things that worries me about football, all of that agression and 'us n them' mentality making people move around appaling amounts of money. with no decent end result. the game ends and, good grief! thats it. at least with music the songs last forever, but a footballer is only as good as his last match aaaaaaanyway, i'm rambling.
todays music: Jimi Hendrix - and the fields cry mary
todays t-shirt: you're just jealous cos the voices don't talk to you
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6:50 PM |
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Juanita? or maybe Tina? or Peggy Sue?
The prisoner still can't think of a name for his car.
*shrugs* like i have the first idea, but i do know she's definately a girl (at least that way there'll be one girl who'll give me a ride, BOOM BOOM!).
the search continues....
Beaches, broads, and probably the prisoner's last ever family holiday
Firstly, the house, while lovely and full of old cottage charm, was also deadly. I immediately began to bang my head on low ceilings and doorways, and on the tuesday i fell down the stairs. I was unhurt save a carpetburn (yeah yeah laugh it up you buggers!) and some bruising but my dad did the same thing two days later, what fun!
Higlights of the visit included the bressingham steam museam (in Norfolk there are more steam museams than there are people!) where i relieved my childhood obsession with trains and all things train related.
A return visit to the muckleburch collection military museam after nearly ten years and a ride on the gama goat (a sort of jeep which makes for one hell of an off road ride).
A trip on the Broads on a tour ship with a jazz band on board to serenade us throught the evening, which was pretty neat and a good way to see a huge chunk of the broads at once.
Finally, visiting the seals at blakeney point, which made my little sister get very excited, she almost had a cuteness overload moment. Plus the beach at Wells-next-the-sea, just along from blakeney, this beach seemed to go along forever and ever and ever, made for a great bracing walk.
The Booby prize goes to Great Yarmouth, officially the tackiest place on the planet. At least Las Vegas has money, Yarmouth just has an immensly ugly sea front and the wind farm offshore (perhaps the most appealing feature of the local landscape)
Pictures when i get A Round Tuit. next post probably
also thanks to DTM for the many many many cd's he copied for me to keep me occupied on holiday.
todays t shirt: BEWARE! The one legged space-chickens are plotting our demise
todays music: Clam Abuse - I Think I Love You
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6:12 PM |
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