Blog 11 -Ever the diplomat-
Up at 6.30, i-pod in ears, bicycle out of the garage, random shuffle on, Serge Gainsbourg, ALRIGHT!! clear morning, and feeling good. Brian Gormley our lawyer came through yesterday, oh boy! but did he have me going for a second!! All is well, and being wrapped up as I write, ( I just looked at the clock it is 9.08 again, funny!!) he is as I have felt from the beginning a thoroughly hard core good guy, and now we have legal documents to beat the the band, template agreements between Spiderhole Productions Limited (SPL) and the investors, template agreements between the script writer and SPL, templates between the Director and SPL, between the Producer and SPL, template agreements for the crew, for the cast, for Gabriel the child actor (this is a special one, and for you young producer out there reading this, this agreement is just to add a little extra complication to your quiet life) and then the template for contributor’s release. That last one is for extra’s really, but also for anyone that talks on the documentary, and even for actors’s in the film that simply have a line or two to deliver. And after that all the actors contracts.
And now just for added drama, enter stage fucking head-on MONEY LAUNDERING, I hear you gasp ‘WHAT DA?? Well I know, I know!!! now that Ireland is air tight with regard to money laundering, I just got an e-mail ( since I have as of yesterday actually set to employing our lawyer formally) directing me to show absolute proof that SPL is a legitimate company by providing our ‘certificate of incorporation’ a copy of the ‘Memorandum and Articles of association’ a list of names and addresses of share holder’s holding 10% or more of the company, and a list of names and addresses of all the Directors of the company, so just go and get it done, whatever is required to set the base for your production firmly on a legal, lawful solid ground. GET IT DONE RIGHT.
The catering drama continues to linger as a probable 7/9000 euro expense for lunch and dinner, that money has not been factored for reasons already mentioned. I have spoken with the restaurants and some have simply dropped off as they could not compete with the best offer I had from Finnegan’s in Tralee. There is another guy right now, but interminably he loves negotiating and I don’t have the time, I just need to know how much per head, he wants to sit down and chat, we already did that. I don’t have the lunch time caterer in the bag either, so this fucker is sitting on my shoulders like a fat bastard, while I try to balance all the other plates on thin sticks and run about like a loony auditioning actors, assuaging Daniel's flotilla of worries about this that and the other and everything, phone calls in the hundreds, logistical acrobatics, making sure ends meet, while banging ahead and carrying the enthusiasm of other's tied on sensitive strings alert to the slightest flicker in my vision. I cannot flounder. And that is what you must learn if you want to produce a movie, YOU CANNOT LOOSE IT. And might be well advised to look up and read about the great diplomats from the past such as Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Perigord, as you will be required under pressure to think and think again when smashed by wave after wave of crisis, and you will need to get answers fast, and not under any circumstances, lose your composure.
OK I have got to get cracking now, tonight the students are having a massive party in the house and so I am going to go along with Daithi briefly and scout for extras for the art school scene. I found a great looking guy last night named Ozzy Quadrof who is from Brazil and cool as you like. Just saw young Sam also who opened the door for us that first day into the house, he has a Mohican going on, Travis Bickle back on the beat. I have to go now and get my little sand bucket and shovel and start shifting a mountain of SHIT!!!! See yaa!!!!
A lovely bright Saturday morning over looking the sight of a turquoise ocean. Our mountains across the bay exhibit the slightest dusting of powered snow, and the dawn morning pink is slowly slipping from the clouds. All is tranquil and vital and clam. IS IT FUCK!!!!!!!! Yesterday was a mini D-day landing for this beach head, THE SKID, and all the equipment which is still in a state of flux as regarding what extra sweeties we will have to add to the production value of the moive, in my mind exists like Mike TV scattered to a billion twittering fragments crossing the ether in Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (what the fuck was Tim Burton playing at??) oh boy this is a serious moment. And I know Vinit is doing his utmost to broker the best deal possible, as he and I exchanged numerous phone calls yesterday, the SKID is cool and a company in Toronto named Shuttle Freight Logistics are handling that. I have been speaking with Robin Williams who seems a good egg and appears to be on our side.
A new word for me ‘Carnet’ and we need an ATA Carnet, hoo!!! fancy that, here is the definition: ATA Carnets ease the temporary importation of commercial samples (CS), professional equipment (PE), and goods for exhibitions and fairs (EF). They facilitate international business by avoiding extensive customs procedures, eliminating payment of duties and value-added taxes (minimum 20% in Europe, 27% in China), and replacing the purchase of temporary import bonds. So there you go and it will cost us $575 but will allow the all important equipment and Holy Grail of the Red Camera to be moved as soon as we arrive at the airport instead of potentially being blocked up in customs for days and days as we all lay around the set in deep despondency like a scene from ‘Aguirre Wrath of God’ (if you haven’t seen this, go get it, Werner Herzog) and that would not be FUN. NO NO.
So the biggest jig-saw of all is being built and fitted and wrapped and packed, I wonder what the image on the surface is going to look like by Tuesday when it should be lifting off the runway bound for KERRY. There are fences constantly busting the fetlocks of this galloping production, for instance Vinit and Alphonse both wanted to get the Sound Gear and run a check on it yesterday, but that required the equipment being paid for, so the hire company, Trew Audio, simply needed a credit card, WOOOOPS!!!!. I rang the bank this morning and our manager was not working so I had an exchange with his temporary replacement, only to establish that we will have a Visa number but not a physical card on Monday morning, yesterday was Friday, and meanwhile I got my balls tied in a knot knowing that this is a precipitous race to the deadline, yeah I can wire monies no worries as of last Monday, but I have not got a Visa number, hence with a certain sangfroid I am planning and drumming away and watching the dice roll toward an outcome that I have banked upon, but am yet to see in numbers, so those tumbling dice are an actual real energy upon which I am riding, but they could suddenly stop short and show up jokers.
And now just for added drama, enter stage fucking head-on MONEY LAUNDERING, I hear you gasp ‘WHAT DA?? Well I know, I know!!! now that Ireland is air tight with regard to money laundering, I just got an e-mail ( since I have as of yesterday actually set to employing our lawyer formally) directing me to show absolute proof that SPL is a legitimate company by providing our ‘certificate of incorporation’ a copy of the ‘Memorandum and Articles of association’ a list of names and addresses of share holder’s holding 10% or more of the company, and a list of names and addresses of all the Directors of the company, so just go and get it done, whatever is required to set the base for your production firmly on a legal, lawful solid ground. GET IT DONE RIGHT.
The catering drama continues to linger as a probable 7/9000 euro expense for lunch and dinner, that money has not been factored for reasons already mentioned. I have spoken with the restaurants and some have simply dropped off as they could not compete with the best offer I had from Finnegan’s in Tralee. There is another guy right now, but interminably he loves negotiating and I don’t have the time, I just need to know how much per head, he wants to sit down and chat, we already did that. I don’t have the lunch time caterer in the bag either, so this fucker is sitting on my shoulders like a fat bastard, while I try to balance all the other plates on thin sticks and run about like a loony auditioning actors, assuaging Daniel's flotilla of worries about this that and the other and everything, phone calls in the hundreds, logistical acrobatics, making sure ends meet, while banging ahead and carrying the enthusiasm of other's tied on sensitive strings alert to the slightest flicker in my vision. I cannot flounder. And that is what you must learn if you want to produce a movie, YOU CANNOT LOOSE IT. And might be well advised to look up and read about the great diplomats from the past such as Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Perigord, as you will be required under pressure to think and think again when smashed by wave after wave of crisis, and you will need to get answers fast, and not under any circumstances, lose your composure.
OK I have got to get cracking now, tonight the students are having a massive party in the house and so I am going to go along with Daithi briefly and scout for extras for the art school scene. I found a great looking guy last night named Ozzy Quadrof who is from Brazil and cool as you like. Just saw young Sam also who opened the door for us that first day into the house, he has a Mohican going on, Travis Bickle back on the beat. I have to go now and get my little sand bucket and shovel and start shifting a mountain of SHIT!!!! See yaa!!!!
A lovely bright Saturday morning over looking the sight of a turquoise ocean. Our mountains across the bay exhibit the slightest dusting of powered snow, and the dawn morning pink is slowly slipping from the clouds. All is tranquil and vital and clam. IS IT FUCK!!!!!!!! Yesterday was a mini D-day landing for this beach head, THE SKID, and all the equipment which is still in a state of flux as regarding what extra sweeties we will have to add to the production value of the moive, in my mind exists like Mike TV scattered to a billion twittering fragments crossing the ether in Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (what the fuck was Tim Burton playing at??) oh boy this is a serious moment. And I know Vinit is doing his utmost to broker the best deal possible, as he and I exchanged numerous phone calls yesterday, the SKID is cool and a company in Toronto named Shuttle Freight Logistics are handling that. I have been speaking with Robin Williams who seems a good egg and appears to be on our side.
A new word for me ‘Carnet’ and we need an ATA Carnet, hoo!!! fancy that, here is the definition: ATA Carnets ease the temporary importation of commercial samples (CS), professional equipment (PE), and goods for exhibitions and fairs (EF). They facilitate international business by avoiding extensive customs procedures, eliminating payment of duties and value-added taxes (minimum 20% in Europe, 27% in China), and replacing the purchase of temporary import bonds. So there you go and it will cost us $575 but will allow the all important equipment and Holy Grail of the Red Camera to be moved as soon as we arrive at the airport instead of potentially being blocked up in customs for days and days as we all lay around the set in deep despondency like a scene from ‘Aguirre Wrath of God’ (if you haven’t seen this, go get it, Werner Herzog) and that would not be FUN. NO NO.
So the biggest jig-saw of all is being built and fitted and wrapped and packed, I wonder what the image on the surface is going to look like by Tuesday when it should be lifting off the runway bound for KERRY. There are fences constantly busting the fetlocks of this galloping production, for instance Vinit and Alphonse both wanted to get the Sound Gear and run a check on it yesterday, but that required the equipment being paid for, so the hire company, Trew Audio, simply needed a credit card, WOOOOPS!!!!. I rang the bank this morning and our manager was not working so I had an exchange with his temporary replacement, only to establish that we will have a Visa number but not a physical card on Monday morning, yesterday was Friday, and meanwhile I got my balls tied in a knot knowing that this is a precipitous race to the deadline, yeah I can wire monies no worries as of last Monday, but I have not got a Visa number, hence with a certain sangfroid I am planning and drumming away and watching the dice roll toward an outcome that I have banked upon, but am yet to see in numbers, so those tumbling dice are an actual real energy upon which I am riding, but they could suddenly stop short and show up jokers.
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