We're cutting up our films with Stanley Kubrick's old sound editor today. I'm totally impressed. He has loads of stories about what it was like working with him. In a nutshell, the man was a psychotic bastard. Awesome.
In other riveting filmmaking news, my screenplay is coming along nicely. I have nearly all my characters and back-stories sorted out, at least. So at what point can I start telling people that Juliette Lewis is going to play the lead role? Now, just as it's occurred to me? After I've sent her 200 text messages (hi julie pls will u b in my film its gonna b gr8)? Or not until she's actually signed the papers?
Or maybe I should just quit blonking and write the sodding thing first.
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Ha ha, very funny! Quit blonking, ha ha ha ha...
ReplyDeleteAhem. Can I have Juliette's number?
Please?
what is it going to be about? do you even know?
ReplyDeleteIs it about a pineapple?
ReplyDeleteDon't get Juliette Lewis, she's so irritating. She always looks like she's been eating jam sandwiches. What about Johnny Depp?
I almost gate crashed the premiere party of 'the wind that shakes the barley last night' or whatever that new 'look at us poor Irish, aren't we mad/great' film is called. I really must start embellishing the truth. 'I gate crashed' sounds so much better than 'I almost gate crashed'.
By the way, I think you are funnier than me.
No, it's not the one about the crazy pineapple! It's even better!
ReplyDeleteI can't possibly say what it's about on my blonk because it's such a fascinating and brilliant idea that it will be instantly ripped off and I'll be left with nothing.
I have tickets for Fool for Love on Saturday, that play that Juliette is in. I'm going to tie the first page of my script to a rock and hurl it at the stage. I'll stick your number at the bottom too, Bjarni.
That Barley film sounds brilliant, by Ken Loach. I wanted to see it while I was here but it doesn't open til the weekend.
Hey, you lazy cow, I think we're long overdue an update. You back in Iceland yet?
ReplyDeleteTo last anonymous posting.There is no need to be offensive to the lady.It's a long way to Iceland. Zeb
ReplyDeleteLast seen nursing a beer and talking to a swede in a one-horse town in Iceland, four hours early to pick up some friends at the airport. Don't expect an update anytime soon.
ReplyDeleteShe arranged to meet me for lunch on her last day in London but never showed. I do hope she's OK, it's not like Annie to take this long to update her blonk.
ReplyDeleteOh no, she's fine, she is now driving the whole way round Iceland with some visitors. She probably couldn't meet you cos she mixed up her AM and PM with the flight times. Or something. Or forgot.
ReplyDeleteI bet he's not as psychotic as Francis Ford Coppolla though. What are you making, when will it be finsihed, and how can I get at it? I like that you are making something with Stanley Kubrick's old sound editor - for some reason I imagined him stored in an old garden shed, covered in cobwebs, and you had to go and retrieve him, derelict as he was under the cover of a dusty tarpaulin.
ReplyDeleteHello, sorry, have been in the Icelandic wilderness without a computer for a long time and haven't felt much like blogging anyway.
ReplyDeleteHumph. I notice nobody thought my absence-without-leave might have something to do with my awesome screenplay that I've been busy working on. Okay, fair enough.
Oshi, I'm so sorry about not seeing you again, it all got kind of messy towards the end there. I will blog about it soon — it involves embarrassing sex.
Jam-eating Juliette was disappointing.
Kieran, I'll be getting the films we made next week, although I'm slightly unsure about showing them. They're not that good. Learning experiences, I think we'll call them. I like your image of Kubrick's editor though.
Am I right in thinking the embarrassing sex occured in Finsbury Park? Please elaborate.
ReplyDeleteI was going to blog about it but then I thought, somewhat egotistically, what if he Googles me?
ReplyDeleteI'll email you instead.