- Nobody Knows
- Iron Man 2
- Iron Man
- Lost In Translation
- Kick Ass
- Shaun of the Dead
- True Grit
- Charade
- An Education
- House (1977, Japan)
- Deathproof
- House. Again. Because it requires more than one viewing.
- Fright Night
- Hatchet
- Trick R Treat
- The Man Who Fell To Earth
- Spiral
- Night Of The Demons
- Just Friends
- Following
- Big Trouble In Little China
Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
yikes
Fascinating/depressing look at the genesis of the new Robin Hood film over at William Martell's blog. Must read. And then weep.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
editing, part 1
After months of painful waiting, the editor's computer + Avid is finally back up and running, and she has the rushes in her possession. It's all systems go.
I drag my sister along for the roadtrip up to Birmingham, where the editor, Annie, is based, with the intention of getting a rough cut done. We take our roadtrips seriously. More time is spent planning playlists and snacks than actually making sure we know how to get there.
Snacks:- peanut M&Ms, flying saucers, fizzy laces, Rainbow Drops, cookies, tortilla chips, Diet Coke and water. Healthy.
Music on the way there:- American Graffiti soundtrack, Elvis, RHCP, Journey, Joan Jett, Jefferson Starship, Kiss, Queen. We like things we can play loud and sing (and dance) along to.
About as soon as we hit the M40, it starts to drizzle, and it seems like the grey clouds follow us up the motorway. The weather gets progressively worse the nearer we get to Birmingham and right as we're about to switch drivers it's raining so hard the surface spray is like a dense mist and visibility is appalling. I happily hand over the wheel to Fi.
Still raining, though visibility slightly better, we're driving along, Fi with only one hand on the wheel (the roads are relatively empty). It's a bad habit of hers and I tell her in this weather she should have both hands on it. Man am I glad I did. About two seconds later, we have to burn rubber breaking and swerving (and, she says, the car went into a skid on the wet roads, but being in the passenger seat I didn't feel it and she obviously caught it in time) to avoid - don't laugh - a mother duck and six little ducklings trying to cross the six-lane motorway. Ducks clearly not the smartest animals on the block.
We eventually get there about 3ish, and find the editing set up in the room at the top of the house. The tapes have all been digitised, so away we go. It's funny, I haven't seen the rushes in months but it all comes back very quickly. I've got my camera/rushes notes and we slowly work our way through the scenes, putting together a very rough cut. There's a lot of work to still be done - many cutaways, sound tweaking, sound effects and music to be added, to make it anywhere near presentable - but it's a start. And it makes me feel better about the project. It's just been sitting stagnant since the middle of February and the continued editing obstacles have become so frustrating it's been hard at times to maintain the enthusiasm I originally had for it. But finally getting this rough cut together makes me feel like I'm back in the game, and I leave feeling much better about everything.
With the prospect of another two and a half hour drive in front of us we leave by 7 or so, not wanting to stay too late. The journey back is better - the weather holds and the roads are hauntingly empty. We bomb it back with only one bathroom break. Our music choices become more mellow - a little Radiohead, a little Grizzly Bear, some Slow Club. We get back into town and I buy us pizza for dinner (just to round off the incredibly healthy diet of the day) and we collapse at mine for a while, all roadtripped out but looking forward to the next step in the process.
I drag my sister along for the roadtrip up to Birmingham, where the editor, Annie, is based, with the intention of getting a rough cut done. We take our roadtrips seriously. More time is spent planning playlists and snacks than actually making sure we know how to get there.
Snacks:- peanut M&Ms, flying saucers, fizzy laces, Rainbow Drops, cookies, tortilla chips, Diet Coke and water. Healthy.
Music on the way there:- American Graffiti soundtrack, Elvis, RHCP, Journey, Joan Jett, Jefferson Starship, Kiss, Queen. We like things we can play loud and sing (and dance) along to.
About as soon as we hit the M40, it starts to drizzle, and it seems like the grey clouds follow us up the motorway. The weather gets progressively worse the nearer we get to Birmingham and right as we're about to switch drivers it's raining so hard the surface spray is like a dense mist and visibility is appalling. I happily hand over the wheel to Fi.
Still raining, though visibility slightly better, we're driving along, Fi with only one hand on the wheel (the roads are relatively empty). It's a bad habit of hers and I tell her in this weather she should have both hands on it. Man am I glad I did. About two seconds later, we have to burn rubber breaking and swerving (and, she says, the car went into a skid on the wet roads, but being in the passenger seat I didn't feel it and she obviously caught it in time) to avoid - don't laugh - a mother duck and six little ducklings trying to cross the six-lane motorway. Ducks clearly not the smartest animals on the block.
We eventually get there about 3ish, and find the editing set up in the room at the top of the house. The tapes have all been digitised, so away we go. It's funny, I haven't seen the rushes in months but it all comes back very quickly. I've got my camera/rushes notes and we slowly work our way through the scenes, putting together a very rough cut. There's a lot of work to still be done - many cutaways, sound tweaking, sound effects and music to be added, to make it anywhere near presentable - but it's a start. And it makes me feel better about the project. It's just been sitting stagnant since the middle of February and the continued editing obstacles have become so frustrating it's been hard at times to maintain the enthusiasm I originally had for it. But finally getting this rough cut together makes me feel like I'm back in the game, and I leave feeling much better about everything.
With the prospect of another two and a half hour drive in front of us we leave by 7 or so, not wanting to stay too late. The journey back is better - the weather holds and the roads are hauntingly empty. We bomb it back with only one bathroom break. Our music choices become more mellow - a little Radiohead, a little Grizzly Bear, some Slow Club. We get back into town and I buy us pizza for dinner (just to round off the incredibly healthy diet of the day) and we collapse at mine for a while, all roadtripped out but looking forward to the next step in the process.
the road home
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