So who wants to, ehrm, you know, practise … ?
So who wants to, ehrm, you know, practise … ?
Today 2 years ago I stepped on a plane with a bag full of clothes and a bag full of dreams.. Most of the clothes have been replaced.
I am struck by a severe (blog) writers block (and wondering who is interested in reading all this
crap shit stuff anyway), so a couple of notes and then I am off.
When I took this picture 2 days ago (without having an umbrella at hand but not minding the rain) I focussed on the reflections on the pavement, I am annoyed now that I did manage to cut off the top of the umbrella on the left.
Some words about the Oscars:
I was very pleased to see Marion Cotillard winning the Oscar for best actress. La Vie En Rose was one of the best films I have seen in 2007 and she is to blame for that. Fantastic performance.
I was also pleased to see Juno win best Screen Play. Appreciating films like Juno with an Oscar is encouraging, Juno has been made on a low budget, and it proves that it can be done: making a great film on a low budget. Have you seen it yet?
I don’t share the hype about No Country and have not seen There Will Be Blood (not in the mood for a film like that).
Some short film reviews:
March is going to be a train travel month. With film shoots (for work that is) planned in places like Oliver Lucas’ Shropshire (I strangely look forward to that, even though the man is a made up character in a play!) , Exeter (a visit to England’s beautiful Devon and close to south Coast at last) and Edinburgh (mmm yeah talk Scottish to me). I will try to plan the shoots in a way so I can stay over for the weekend and see bits of the country. Not the least because I desperately need a holiday as my head is on the edge of exploding.
More about this soon.
Let’s start this week quietly.
With a song about me. And you.
I can’t quite figure out if this is a hopeful song or just a realistic one.
But it is one of the most beautiful songs I know, and I have played it nearly all weekend while sitting in cafes trying to figure out how to get the two people in my script together.
And it is the song I’m going to play for my boyfriend.
When I’ve, y’know: met him. (Shamelessly inspired by @pauldwaite)
Sound no longer available …
So what song are you going to play for your boyfriend/girlfriend, when you’ve, you know, met him/her?
From the truth, from the truth.
(Zero 7 – Distractions)
Sometimes I just love Amazon. Just when my heart was about to ache for more Dan, this book dropped in the mailbox. And it is such a great read, especially when you have seen the film as many times as I have. It is a lot of fun to read but it is also excellent screen writing study material.
I’ll have Dan on my lap in the tube, and Billy on my lap when at home.
I think I am covered on the men front.
And in case you were wondering, that white package in the right top corner? I know you are dying to know what’s in there. It’s not drugs I can tell you, not the type of drugs you can get on the streets anyway. It’s another kind of drugs. I’ll tell you what kind of in a couple of days.
I am seriously hungry for pancakes now.
I hate long posts on blogs, I seldom read them, they put me off. But I know that I too often write them myself. There is a lot to say, but I will keep it as short as possible. I promise. There is some bad news and there is some, erhm, news.
Kevin Spacey and Jeff Goldblum both star in this 90 minutes-performance-without-a-break (toilet before you go in) American play called Speed the Plow.
When I sat down in the Old Vic and the curtain opened and Kevin Spacey stepped into the light I thought:
“Wow, you lucky bastard. Here you are, living in London, that amazing city, sitting in this wonderful theatre, and one of your very favourite actors is performing right there in front of you. You should consider yourself very lucky.”
And trust me, I do. I sometimes wish I had a remote control (something like this, but in real life) so I could pause and freeze frame the world around me and stay in the moment for a while, just looking around, taking it in.
Kevin (Lost in) Spacey. Oh and Jeff Goldblum (who has pretty lanky legs)
I hope your day is full of love, actually and free of commercial Bullshit.
Should I be worried about the fact that I have been trying to touch out with my home keys in stead of my Oyster card the last two days, while leaving the tube station?
I swear. True, and I am quite sure, ever lasting love.
From the moment I decided I wanted him, truly and utterly wanted him, until the moment where he actually sat down on my lap, I guess only a few hours went. I met him, had a very brief talk with him and that was enough. He swept me off my feet. Completely. I invited him to join me on my cafe visit. We have spend all afternoon together and pages full of script were written without any effort.
This is just a short post to say that I am back on Earth. I think. Travelling in space messes up your mind. But here is a short list of things I have to say today (will write proper posts soon, I promise):
I have decided something, as my red laptop is lovely, it is simply too big and heavy to drag around to cafes. I want to be able to write in cafes and have my eye on a Apple Macbook. Not the least because Windows Vista is pissing me off beyond reason, and also because it’s such a beautiful designed machine, and I am sure we will be happily ever after. And Final Draft will run on it nicely.
SO expect some irregular and messy posts until somewhere after the weekend.
After next weekend my life should be back to normal. Well not too normal I hope, that would be too boring.
I hope you are all well out there.
… have just landed on …
The answer is no. Too much Bill is a contradictio in terminus.
I was going to write a one line post today:
“The only successful marriage I had was me and my work.”
Because I really don’t have much of a life at the moment. I am juggling between finishing our short film (we spend the whole weekend on it again – except for the 3 hour Pirate break – but we are getting there), rewriting my script and then there is my full time job. We are clinging on to the fact that the deadline for the short is the 11th of February, we will probably fall into hibernation for a week or two after that – but after that we will slowly get our life back.
As a result the energy to write lively blog posts is fairly low at the moment, I apologize.
Good I remembered that I have 2 reviews of The Girl In The Cafe that were due to be posted. So go and read them, one is from Laura in London, the other one from Marcello in Dubai.
A big Thank you to both of them for placing another marker on the map.
Read more about TGITC on tour here, and sign up.
Everyone is welcome.
Love can’t change
what’s wrong in the world.
But it’s a start.
You owe me your soul…
When you are reading this, we are in the cinema.
And we are watching, are you ready for this: Pirates of the Caribbean – At World’s End
And I can hear you think: What?? No!
No! No! NO! NO!! This can’t be true. Not that film again. You have seen it 15 times in the cinema already. You got the DVD! I thought we were passed this!
Yeah, well I am kind of not.
About taking a break, writing, Dan, script troubles, the Isle of Man and OK, there is a tiny bit of B. too.