It was true in Russia and it remains true in Leicester Square where tomorrow mine and Chris’ short film “Death Of The Revolution” will be on at the Prince Charles… This is in no small part due to the wonder of my friend Katie McCullough who is even now trudging across the Siberian wastes of Shaftesbury Avenue to bring new screening copies to the projectionist after the original ones were obscurely lost in transit from America. Quite why they were…
Oh what a lot of delicious bru-ha-ha there is on the Shooter’s bulletins at the moment. There’s the Ambleton Delight Debacle, where a couple of badly chosen words about DPs have sparked a furore, at least two different rows about the fall out from the axing of the UKFC and over on Screenwriters it seems like even a simple discussion of the worst lines in movie history is about to turn toxic… It must be late summer. Either that or…
Right so, continuing my brief survey of the online distribution methods that Chris and I use to make money from our short films, next up is the Dynamo Player. Dynamo offer a simple embeddable “player” which is, to all intents and purposes, the same as the YouTube, Vimeo, DailyMotion or countless other streaming video players that now litter the internet. The BIG difference is that Dynamo charges the viewer – enabling the creator to earn money from their content. For…
It’s Sunday and it’s raining. Proper rain. The sort of rain I remember from childhood. People always say that when thinking back to their childhood the sun always seems to be shining, I generally remember rain. Long cold days with white skies and a persistent background crackle as the water bounces off the roof, the windows, or the sides of the car. It’s that sort of day now and I’m really having to fight hard not to pull my duvet…
A bald man with thick black glasses and a leather jacket walks passed me saying “it’s a dialogue about the failure to communicate”… yep, I must be at the NFT. I’ve brought my cold and my mum down to the south bank for the screening of “Death Of The Revolution” as part of the London Calling programme of the London Film Festival. A few years ago my mum and I came here and saw the re-released print of the Conversation…
Me just before the last screening of “Death of the Revolution”. SATURDAY. It is about six o’clock a week ago and I have just woken up with my face pressed against sharp synthetic fabric. Chris and I are on the train up to Edinburgh and my neck and shoulders are still in agony and the only half comfortable way of sleeping I’ve found is by leaning forward, my forehead against the headrest of the seat in front of me. I…
OK, I meant to do the accounts on Friday and pay Adam, Chris and Martin what’s owed to them, though of course Adam has already taken some money which means we probably don’t owe him anything. Must also get Adam to ring Malcolm our accountant and sort out his tax details. Anyway, Wednesday we had our first screening of the very rough cut of Panda with the funders, which was good despite Chris getting a bit cranky ‘cos he’s not…
