Last Monday I put my teeth in it, it was quite heavy to chew and it took a couple of days to get back into the writing groove. But I am in it, and spend most of the weekend in a cafe in Fulham, together with Billy, Milky Way Tea, the soundtrack of DIRL and the will power and persistence to finish this script.
I had several problems to solve in the script and it felt like an impossible task, something like climbing the Mt. Everest. This weekend I was relaxed enough to take one step at the time, and it is very close now, actually, it is so close that I dare to say that it will be finished this week.
Now “finished” sounds very final but scripts never are. With finished I mean that it will be in a state of which I am happy enough to send it to some friends to read. To get some comments from the real world.
So that’s how I have spend my weekend: writing in a cafe. There isn’t much I’d rather do.
I saw Love in the time of Cholera, which was supposed to be a love story. But the main character, who we were supposed to feel for, was such a wimp and jerk in the film, that the whole film collapsed after the first 10 minutes.
“Javier Bardem’s starring role in this horrifically boring festival of middlebrow good taste points up a general fact about his career, which the best supporting actor Oscar in the Coen brothers’ film No Country for Old Men briefly obscured. He can be a completely terrible actor. With his dreamy, fish-eyed gaze and purring voice, he is unbearably mannered and self-conscious; his mouth is habitually pursed in a little smirk, sometimes archly knowing, sometimes seraphically accepting; it makes you want to slap him.”
Sometimes I love Peter Bradshaw.
The film was truly crap, and I too wanted to slap him. More than once.
On the funky BBC iPlayer (UK only, sorry!) I did see some amazing acting work though: Ken Stott in Hancock and Joan. Bafta worthy without a doubt. He often plays such grumpy characters (Rebus, The Vice, The Girl in the Cafe!) but in this one he showes what a fantastic versatile actor he is. I am going to see him on stage on Thursday, together with Ralph Fiennes. Quite a cast.
I know, I am very lucky to live in London.
And I know, I also fall asleep of the boredom of reading my own posts. There is just not that much exiting going on at the moment.
2 thoughts to “To climb a mountain”
I saw the start of the Hancock thing but had to turn it off as my husband found it too depressing so will have to watch when i can find the time on my own. Looking forward to God of Carnage too.
Congrats on “finishing” your script.
Nuttin’ wrong with enthusing over Ken Stott, he’s great.
I find it really hard to get back into projects after working on other things. Well done for getting back into it over a weekend.