Wednesday, January 19, 2011
People's Picturehouse: Saturday 22nd January: Werner Herzog double bill.....
People's Picturehouse: Saturday 22nd January: Werner Herzog double bill.....: "The People's Picturehouse is proud to present: a Werner Herzog double bill. This Saturday we will be showing Lessons of Darkness (52m) ..."
Friday, January 7, 2011
Clio Barnard - Before the Arbor, BAFTA.
Back in October I went to see The Arbor, Clio Barnard's film about the troubled lives of deceased playwrite Andrea Dunbar's children. It used the voices of her real children lipsynched by actors and interspersed with scenes from Dunbar's plays about the Brafferton Arbor estate in Bradford.
It was a powerful piece of work -a mix of fictional story and documentary aesthetic -that's her style. She will be talking about her earlier short-film work at BAFTA this Saturday evening. If you can get down there, do because it looks set to be a really interesting event.
More info below:
http://www.bafta.org/public-event.html?Pevent=com.othermedia.bafta.model.BaftaEvent-L-6198966
It was a powerful piece of work -a mix of fictional story and documentary aesthetic -that's her style. She will be talking about her earlier short-film work at BAFTA this Saturday evening. If you can get down there, do because it looks set to be a really interesting event.
More info below:
http://www.bafta.org/public-event.html?Pevent=com.othermedia.bafta.model.BaftaEvent-L-6198966
London Short Film Festival - opens tonight!
The London Short Film Festival opens tonight at the ICA just off Trafalgar Sq. In its eighth year, it will be banishing those winter blues with some feel-good films being shown this evening. Definitely a festival to set your sights for if you're making films...
http://2011.shortfilms.org.uk/
http://2011.shortfilms.org.uk/
2011: Year of Action
The title of this post is my manisfesto for 2011. I have been stuck in a job for which I have no passion for too long now and I cannot exagerate about how frustrated I feel working day in and day out on projects that are completely devoid of any interest for me. Somewhat perversely though, I am grateful because if it were not for this job I probably wouldn't be on the road to doing what I really want to do - and to have an idea of what you 'really' want to do at 24 is pretty good.
So, year of action: that means making films, getting them seen by other people, meeting other film makers, getting my script treatment done, oh and trying to get into Film School. I like to set my targets high! but are they realistic? well, it will be a challenge but I need a challenge because it is the only way to break this current cycle and move on to new things. I have to remember to take it easy sometimes though - I tend to think that filling each and every minute of my time after work on film stuff is a worthwhile thing, but inevitably it will just poop me out.
Anyway, I am editing a short film at the moment - just a quickie thing I made at New Year of friends in various degrees of innebriation, but they make curiously brilliant subjects. Oh it is fun fun fun! this is what life is about - a bit of creative exploration and it means working with other people a lot as well, putting creative minds together, god that is what I crave more than anything.
I will keep you posted, if you're at all interested...
So, year of action: that means making films, getting them seen by other people, meeting other film makers, getting my script treatment done, oh and trying to get into Film School. I like to set my targets high! but are they realistic? well, it will be a challenge but I need a challenge because it is the only way to break this current cycle and move on to new things. I have to remember to take it easy sometimes though - I tend to think that filling each and every minute of my time after work on film stuff is a worthwhile thing, but inevitably it will just poop me out.
Anyway, I am editing a short film at the moment - just a quickie thing I made at New Year of friends in various degrees of innebriation, but they make curiously brilliant subjects. Oh it is fun fun fun! this is what life is about - a bit of creative exploration and it means working with other people a lot as well, putting creative minds together, god that is what I crave more than anything.
I will keep you posted, if you're at all interested...
Sunday, January 2, 2011
falling into 2011...
It's that time of year that sends a cold shiver of dread down most turkeys' spines. Actually that has passed now, It's 2011 already. The Christmas excesses have been stomached (just about) the champagne glasses have clinked (far too many times) and I am now on the other side of the holiday marathon contemplating the return to routine.
Christmas did not start well -I know it never does but 2010 was a blinder. It started with the office Christmas party the Friday before. We decided, as it was so bloody cold outside, that it made perfect sense to seal doom for our already alcohol battered immune systems and spend a good hour in the ice bar. To be fair they do give you attractive 'Scottish Widow' outfits at the front door that keep you snug and warm but they do not warm your toes, and I cannot abide cold toes.
Anyway, some time after the indigestible festive meal we stand queuing to enter some gloriously chavtastic dive called Strawberry Moons, when a fight breaks out knocking my dear colleague to the floor in the overspill. I recall shouting something like "stop it you brutes!" before calmly entering the establishment still reeling from the whole thing. Many hours later I leave this orgy of fake tan and go home harbouring a vicious little stomach bug. I spend the next few days with my head not too far from a toilet bowl quietly panicking about the fact that it is already December 23rd, I am incapable of movement and I have done no Christmas shopping. I did consider that it would be the perfect excuse for cancelling christmas and giving no presents, but that just wouldn't wash with the people I know - they would batter the door down at my death bed with interrogative demands and poke me with sticks.
Anyway, once the great sickness of 2010 had finally subsided I had about 3 hours left to do ALL my christmas shopping (only once I had had a long lunch with my father, of course - dutch courage). All in all it was successful -I nearly dropped a glove in the urinal, knocked 5 Japanese tourists over, spent 15 minutes on Oxford Street (quite enough) and was back in Clapham in time to raise a glass for gin lady christmas. I could gloat for Britain, except that I then spent the next 24 hours throwing up again...back to reality with a gut-wrenching thud.
I would go on and recount Christmas and New Year but my neck hurts and I'm too darn sleepy. Tomorrow I plan contemplate the amount of Screenwriting work I have to do in ever mounting hysteria. At least Marc has opened that good bottle of red...
Christmas did not start well -I know it never does but 2010 was a blinder. It started with the office Christmas party the Friday before. We decided, as it was so bloody cold outside, that it made perfect sense to seal doom for our already alcohol battered immune systems and spend a good hour in the ice bar. To be fair they do give you attractive 'Scottish Widow' outfits at the front door that keep you snug and warm but they do not warm your toes, and I cannot abide cold toes.
Anyway, some time after the indigestible festive meal we stand queuing to enter some gloriously chavtastic dive called Strawberry Moons, when a fight breaks out knocking my dear colleague to the floor in the overspill. I recall shouting something like "stop it you brutes!" before calmly entering the establishment still reeling from the whole thing. Many hours later I leave this orgy of fake tan and go home harbouring a vicious little stomach bug. I spend the next few days with my head not too far from a toilet bowl quietly panicking about the fact that it is already December 23rd, I am incapable of movement and I have done no Christmas shopping. I did consider that it would be the perfect excuse for cancelling christmas and giving no presents, but that just wouldn't wash with the people I know - they would batter the door down at my death bed with interrogative demands and poke me with sticks.
Anyway, once the great sickness of 2010 had finally subsided I had about 3 hours left to do ALL my christmas shopping (only once I had had a long lunch with my father, of course - dutch courage). All in all it was successful -I nearly dropped a glove in the urinal, knocked 5 Japanese tourists over, spent 15 minutes on Oxford Street (quite enough) and was back in Clapham in time to raise a glass for gin lady christmas. I could gloat for Britain, except that I then spent the next 24 hours throwing up again...back to reality with a gut-wrenching thud.
I would go on and recount Christmas and New Year but my neck hurts and I'm too darn sleepy. Tomorrow I plan contemplate the amount of Screenwriting work I have to do in ever mounting hysteria. At least Marc has opened that good bottle of red...
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