Good morning all,
a short film I wrote earlier this year has been adjusted and is currently in preproduction with a bunch of wonderful chaps I met at the University of York. There’s Matt, our director who is doing the MA in Writing, Directing and Performance and then four men from the technical post-production side: Jeff and Jon our sound engineers and James and Andrew our visual engineers. We also have a lovely lady called Hannah as one of our actors. We’ve sorted our location, negotitated crazy late night filming hours, got hold of the equipment, checked out the sound, and begun rehearsals. Fingers crossed by the end of January we will have a film that can be sent off to festivals. Though this is technically a practice run for our next project. We are hoping to come up with a production group name over christmas and everyone is has the lovely homework task of creating fake career guidance posters. ‘A is for Abbatoir cleaner, B is for Banner Holder, C is for Cat Commiserator, D is for Duckling Weigher.’
I’m also beginning research on a set of stories based around the idea of ‘Revenge Motivated Time Travel’. It will be both a short story collection and a guide to proecting yourself against revenge-motivated time travel, as well how to commit it yourself. In my head it is a graphic novel.
Last night I went to my friend’s house and we watched Belleville Rendez-vous
A bizarre animation which was perfect for a snowy winter’s evening after a hard day’s reading. I’m looking forward to watching the Illusionist when that becomes available on DVD. I am disgustingly snowed under with work, and even more disgustingly not getting on with it. All I know is that this MA (now in Film and Literature) is making me want to become a pirate and get a tattoo.
I’m hoping to go see Swallows and Amazons at Bristol Old Vic this Christmas (it was one of my favourite books as a child), and possible seeing ‘Rare Exports’ this evening. That’s the horror film about Father Christmas. Once I get this hideous essay out of the way next year will begin with a blaze of British Cinema watching and Children’s Literature (I was going to study Beckett but the lure of Children’s Literature and Picturebooks was too strong.).
