(It is an offence under the town and country planning regulations 1992 to post Bills on this property)
Wardour Street, London W1F 8WU
Because someone has to stop this madness. I am going underground for a couple of days …
I mentioned this before, the cashiers in both Sainsbury’s and M&S, actually, probably in all UK supermarkets, are a joy. And they often make me leave their supermarket with a big grin on my face.
Today the nice boy in the Sainsbury’s (in Victoria St, if you want to look him up) asked me how my day had been. Busy, I said and how was his day? Not too busy yet, but at least I was on my way home, and he needed to stay there until 10.30pm.
I could see that I was the lucky one. And how busy had my day really been? Measured in how tired I was – very busy. Measured in the actual things I had done – quiet. I attended a meeting and from about 2 pm we sat down outside in the sun at a pub and had a drink. Having a drink with clients is very exhausting for me. I am not a drinker, which might be part of the problem.
If you step inside you can see a first concept version of a possible film poster for my short film. Not that I actually am going to print film posters, but it might be usable for the DVD cover or something. I mostly just thought it was fun to make, and it can be a kind of a teaser for the people reading this blog. It does after all reveal the title and the names of the 2 main characters. I will put more info along the way.
It is torture to put this up, because it puts more pressure on me to actually go and do it. I will, I will. The script is ready, now I need to find a crew and a cast. I think I have 2 very important members of my crew already, but on the casting side there is still a lot to be done. Same thing for the locations.
As I am going to try to get some funding for my film as well, I thought it might be more fun to be able to include this image with my application, as it might give them some kind of idea of the tone of the film. The same thing goes for contacting actors, I intend to send something like this along with the script.
So – what do you think? Too pink?
I am not going to reveal anything more at the moment, but feel free to guess about anything you like.
Here is one for you: Who are they and where are they going? (click on thumbnail for larger version)
[Short script is done, but Davy wants me to write a couple of pages on the 90 page feature script too, so I have to get back. Expect a film poster for the short to popup here soon though.]
And while we’re at it: Last chance for your Bill Nighy book suggestions. Please send them in!
I have this uncontrollable urge to patch a dog when I see one. I saw one this morning, it was my neighbour’s dog. I had never met him nor his dog before, but his dog was too cute not to patch. He was an older man, grey hair, a kind of older version of B., he even had the same glasses. Rather funky for a man his age. Read More
Definitely, undeniably. And we all know who the one true master of voice is, but being in the sound studio yesterday confirmed one more time that hearing a good voice does make my ears jump. I also found out that it doesn’t really matter what a voice is saying, nor if it is a man or a woman. It has to be British though …
I was out on another film shoot today in Purley. The weather was wonderful, blue sky, white clouds, lots of trains, orange vests, white helmets and good company. And no I am not tired of them yet. It was a short shoot, nothing special, but it was a first shoot on my own. Of course there was a camera man, but I had to do my very best to make sure we shot everything we needed, to instruct the friendly people what to do when on camera, to shout “action” now and then, and generally to not mess things up.
Or – a day in the life of Jonathan Livingstone Seagull.
Nearly exactly one year after It’s not too late (which has been seen a shocking 14786 times!), comes installment number two. And it’s even worse.
(Warning : strong language)
More reliable …
There were four of them, all in their Metropolitan Police uniform, all standing in a rather quiet and dodgy area of Notting Hill. 3 women and one man and they all stared at their car. More particularly they stared helplessly at the motor of their silver coloured police car, wondering why it did not want to start.
I didn’t dare to stop and take a picture while I passed them. But I had to grab my notebook when I passed the back of the car.
Honda – the power of dreams …
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Today at the box office:
“Hello, what can I help you with?”
“A ticket for Pirates please.”
“Pirates no longer runs in our cinema.”
“What? You got to be joking.”
“I am not.”
“You can’t just take Pirates off the program, I wasn’t finished with it.”
“Aha, well …”
There is a movie review in there, somewhere »
I was wandering around the market on Portobello Road again. Mainly because it was lunch time and the weather is so nice at the moment, but also because I was trying to get some pictures of the market for Kate, as she asked for it a while ago (and I am happy to answer to everybody’s photo requests). Did you know that last week both Posh Spice (Ms. Beckham – and who cares) and Justin Timberlake (am not a major fan, but wouldn’t mind spilling my cup of orange juice on his shirt while I come around the corner with it …) have been spotted walking on the loose on Portobello Road?
The pictures I took are not great (taken with my mobile phone), Hugh Grant is not on them, but it gives some sort impression of what it looks like: Notting Hill, Portobello Market on a Friday afternoon in the summer: Portobello Market 1 and number 2.
I am not that big a fan of Flickr, but it is very handy to post to with my mobile while I am on the move. And what I do like is that you can plot your pictures on a map. Here is mine.
While I was taking those pictures, I stumbled over Love, Actually again. This time I found Love in a carton box, for only £1,50.
Sure sounds cheap to me …
I am currently in this mode again, because I have one, and maybe even 2 interesting things to tell you, but I am waiting for a confirmation. So you have to wait with me.
In the mean time: I hope you’re not completely tired of my Love Actually obession just yet. Because I am afraid there is more to come. At least this time I won’t ask you if you ever bought love, for 1.50.
Yesterday I saw Harold Pinter‘s Betrayal in the Donmar. And even though I am getting more and more depressed about the fact that people in the books I read and the people in the plays I watch don’t seem to be able to not betray their partners (what’s going on in the world!) – I quite liked the play. The play was structured backwards, which meant that you more or less saw the last scene first and the first scene last. I liked the fact that it was a modern story to which I could relate, and the actors did well on the nearly naked stage.
The Donmar theatre, close to Covent Garden, is one of my favourite theatres in London. It is not fantasically huge, but they run an interesting program, and you get to sit very close to the stage, so you have a good view on what’s going on.
Roger Michell directed it, and if you read his personal quotes you know why you should like him. I know I do.
Was 12 times enough? Well, forrr now-uh.
First I saw Davy Jones on stage in New York. He was awesome. He was great. And cool. And nice. And handsome. And voicilicious.
Then I saw Lord Beckett in the National Theatre in London. He was fantastic too.
16 days from now I will see Captain Will Turner in the Duke of York theatre in London. Which is good, there is a pirate living here who wants his ship back, so we need to have a talk with him.
What have those three men in common?
I’m afraid they are in a film together I have seen too much of recently … »