Crack of the Mick (Blog no.17)
It's Friday night and spirits are high, intermittent sleeps are stolen by various individuals as they are lulled to repose by the ocean sounds. Daniel and Vinit are discussing the script, making plans and I am hearing a little voice in he back of my head as I sit with them, and try to snub it out. The voice is saying 'story board' Daniel and I have had arguments about this, as he insists he does not believe in them, and that the top ten directors do not use them. This is ringing alarm bells for me, and I just hope as he keeps telling me he knows all the shots in his head, which is great, but can that be communicated with ease to the crew, we have yet to see. Ah well, we will manage somehow. I am a bit concerned that this is Daniel's first feature and so I feel that all the classic structures can do nothing but assist to make the best movie we possibly can, and that we should employ these techniques. But I am not going to rock the boat immediately. These are good times and they are coming to share together in a vision for the script. Anyway what the fuck do I know, I have never Produced a Movie before, and this one is not being done in the classic fashion, far from it in some respects.
My Mother cooked a thumping Bolognese, I was going to do it but got swamped under other matters. Bottles of wine were popping like blots off the straining Titanic. Guzzling, giggles and good food. kev, Daniel, Daithi and I are sat round a table keeping each other in stitches, this would make a great short sketch in itself, a scene of utter silly inventive whackery pouncing around out of our four fickle mouths. The others started to emerge, Sean and Pierre staggered and jet lagged but ready for more, glasses down, and filled. As the night cruises on into the wee hours Kev, Daithi and Sean end up over in Daithi's apartment playing music as these three are excellent musicians, Sean is a great singer and fountain of classics, song after song and incremental beer cans cracked. Samantha Sheehan arrived late as they had a hell of a journey from Dublin, Trevor was on board and using his large van to pick up the lights from Ardmore, and run Sam about Dublin for last minute make up requirements. Eventually arriving with a van filled to capacity, we all muck in and unload and then get back to getting loaded. I am sallying back and forth between the gang here and the minstrels over there, and I feel good that strong relations are already swinging from the branches and flexing there essential monkey selves, and this goes down deep into the night of the long smiles.
We had a knights of the round table meeting on Saturday here in my house, where were gathered, the crew, consisting of Vinit Borrison, Pamela Corrderio, Sean Hearn and Pierre Branconnier, a great guy to work with and a sweet person. All of the crew are way beyond my expectations, Sean Hearn who was hired as a boom swinger is a force of nature, and a fully kitted hardcore gaffer without who we would be in serious trouble, as he dissected the house like a scalpel slicing every electrical nerve down to its rudiments and set this production on a secure and assured power base. He is also a very sensitive and kindly spirit. Vinit and Brian had returned with the Van full of booty, and we had already unloaded it. Now I introduce, Priscilla, Brian Nolan, Kevin Hannifan, and Alan to the group through the frame work of this meeting set to establish roles and hammer out considerations, such as do we shoot 24 or 25P (24P makes it easier to burn back to film should we be confident that this will go for theatrical release, 25P more suited to DVD market) right now I have to leave.
OK, the meeting went well and lots of technical matters were tabled. Priscilla shot plenty of footage of this convention before we enter the battle field. All uniforms spic and span, no blood shed yet. Then after the meeting is down, everyone begins to shuttle off as I need to get the crew into their apartment we have booked in Tralee within walking distance of the main location, and then Alan and I will go and pick up the actors that are arriving into Kerry Airport. But there is a little hiccup, as while Brian and Vinit were returning from Shannon, the van started to generate an odd ticking sound, which grew progressively worse. Now as we drop the guys to their dwellings, it is at it again and kicking up a right stink. Off we go to the airport, and await the actors, I decided for theatrics to put on a pin stripped Gucci Suit and sun glasses for shits and giggles to appear the right wanker LA producer type on first impression to the cast. As we waited in the arrivals hall, people were wondering what the hell was up, and I restrained my laughter fronting a big ass attitude. Then almost the last people to come through, their they were and all wearing Spiderhole t-shirts that Rueben had designed and visibly excited and brim full of antics. I hollered out 'It's the actors!!!!!!!!!!!!!' and they returned a bevy of shouts and screams much to the entertainment of those onlookers. We all hugged and kissed and Alan stepped in as he had been discreetly filming this fun, and we headed straight for the bar to toast to the coming days. All in high spirits and READY TO ROCK.
My Mother cooked a thumping Bolognese, I was going to do it but got swamped under other matters. Bottles of wine were popping like blots off the straining Titanic. Guzzling, giggles and good food. kev, Daniel, Daithi and I are sat round a table keeping each other in stitches, this would make a great short sketch in itself, a scene of utter silly inventive whackery pouncing around out of our four fickle mouths. The others started to emerge, Sean and Pierre staggered and jet lagged but ready for more, glasses down, and filled. As the night cruises on into the wee hours Kev, Daithi and Sean end up over in Daithi's apartment playing music as these three are excellent musicians, Sean is a great singer and fountain of classics, song after song and incremental beer cans cracked. Samantha Sheehan arrived late as they had a hell of a journey from Dublin, Trevor was on board and using his large van to pick up the lights from Ardmore, and run Sam about Dublin for last minute make up requirements. Eventually arriving with a van filled to capacity, we all muck in and unload and then get back to getting loaded. I am sallying back and forth between the gang here and the minstrels over there, and I feel good that strong relations are already swinging from the branches and flexing there essential monkey selves, and this goes down deep into the night of the long smiles.
We had a knights of the round table meeting on Saturday here in my house, where were gathered, the crew, consisting of Vinit Borrison, Pamela Corrderio, Sean Hearn and Pierre Branconnier, a great guy to work with and a sweet person. All of the crew are way beyond my expectations, Sean Hearn who was hired as a boom swinger is a force of nature, and a fully kitted hardcore gaffer without who we would be in serious trouble, as he dissected the house like a scalpel slicing every electrical nerve down to its rudiments and set this production on a secure and assured power base. He is also a very sensitive and kindly spirit. Vinit and Brian had returned with the Van full of booty, and we had already unloaded it. Now I introduce, Priscilla, Brian Nolan, Kevin Hannifan, and Alan to the group through the frame work of this meeting set to establish roles and hammer out considerations, such as do we shoot 24 or 25P (24P makes it easier to burn back to film should we be confident that this will go for theatrical release, 25P more suited to DVD market) right now I have to leave.
OK, the meeting went well and lots of technical matters were tabled. Priscilla shot plenty of footage of this convention before we enter the battle field. All uniforms spic and span, no blood shed yet. Then after the meeting is down, everyone begins to shuttle off as I need to get the crew into their apartment we have booked in Tralee within walking distance of the main location, and then Alan and I will go and pick up the actors that are arriving into Kerry Airport. But there is a little hiccup, as while Brian and Vinit were returning from Shannon, the van started to generate an odd ticking sound, which grew progressively worse. Now as we drop the guys to their dwellings, it is at it again and kicking up a right stink. Off we go to the airport, and await the actors, I decided for theatrics to put on a pin stripped Gucci Suit and sun glasses for shits and giggles to appear the right wanker LA producer type on first impression to the cast. As we waited in the arrivals hall, people were wondering what the hell was up, and I restrained my laughter fronting a big ass attitude. Then almost the last people to come through, their they were and all wearing Spiderhole t-shirts that Rueben had designed and visibly excited and brim full of antics. I hollered out 'It's the actors!!!!!!!!!!!!!' and they returned a bevy of shouts and screams much to the entertainment of those onlookers. We all hugged and kissed and Alan stepped in as he had been discreetly filming this fun, and we headed straight for the bar to toast to the coming days. All in high spirits and READY TO ROCK.
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