Sunday, May 29, 2005

Mini FrightFest

Just spent all day - 11am till 1am - at the mini FrightFest at the Prince Charles Cinema. From Beyond the Grave (great fun), R-Point (started well, went a bit wrong), Shallow Ground (fucking awful), Sin City (holy fucking shit it rocked), The League of Gentlemen's Apocalypse (very funny, sick, and twisted), and The Devil's Rejects (also good fun). I love the FrightFest, and we both had a great time. Barely had time to eat between movies (longest break was half an hour), so we had to grab bits and pieces here and there when we could. But just in case there's any doubt, let me say again: Sin City. Holy fucking shit it rocked. It rocked hard. It's out in cinemas this weekend, and we're both going straight in to see it again. Can't wait for the DVD. I can't describe it, you just have to go and see it. It's the most fun you'll have in the cinema this year, without taking your clothes off, without touching other people, and without being given oral pleasure by [insert sexy movie star's name of your choice here].

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Keep this frequency clear

Okay, today's Curfew meeting went fantastically well. As this is now the time where people will or won't make offers, I'd better not say anything about any further developments until it all blows over - not out of superstition, but just to avoid any trouble. It helps me if none of them know who is interested or not, just so they make their decision without trying to second guess other people. But today's meeting was great, so let's wait and see what happens.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

He waits... that's what he does

Another Curfew meeting today, and one more on Thursday. Today's one went very well, they're very interested, I just need to add some things to the first page so they can show the revised version to the rest of the company - the story has changed slightly. Fingers crossed. Still waiting to hear back from the other people. Lunch was good, no more news to report, but things seem to be moving along nicely.

The TV cartoon people came back finally, with a standard form email saying that all the entries were of a high standard, blah blah blah, cannot take your idea any further at this stage, etc etc. I wasn't expecting anything to come from it though, so I'm not bothered. But it was a good idea, so I'll try and use it for something else. Recycling makes the Earth happy.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

It's quiet... too quiet

Okay, this is the week where things should start happening - offers for Curfew, or people saying thanks but no thanks. My paranoid, pessimistic side is convinced it will be the latter. I have two more meetings, one on Tuesday and one on Thursday, so we'll see how it goes.

The Severance movie making juggernaut rolls on. Two more main characters have been cast (famous people! ooh!), and most of the secondary parts. Only one main part left, now. There are designs, concept sketches, and other cool things like that. I've done most of the DVD stuff I was hoping to do, and it went quite well. I spent this weekend going over the latest version of the script, tweaking any lines that stuck out, and writing down notes for discussion with the movie guys - not much though, because it's pretty much there, I'm really happy with it. I'm being taken to lunch on Tuesday by the film company, so I'll see if I can squeeze any more info out of them. I know, I know, "going to lunch", I'm such a ponce.

Sunday, May 15, 2005


Nothing to report since the last update - most of the British film industry is now in Cannes, whoring their arses off, and good luck to them, I say. I've got two more meetings lined up for the week of the 23rd, for Curfew, both with decent places that might make offers. The definite offer that I foolishly boasted about in the last post might have evaporated, as there are financial shenanigans going on, so I don't know about that one now. But firm offers won't start coming in for a week or two anyway, so we'll wait and see what happens. Still waiting to hear back from 5 other places, most of whom said they'd let us know what they're doing in a week or so. Fingers crossed.

In the meantime, I've been going over my other stuff, trying to keep things moving, keep coming out with ideas. There are 2 ideas that have been bubbling away on the backburner, that might get moved to the front of the queue, he said, mixing metaphors. And there's a possible new version of an older thing, which I'm not saying anything about yet, because I don't want to jinx it. Oh fuck it, why not: I'm trying to turn The School into a film script, because it has a better chance of getting made as a film than a TV series. The series had an overall arc to it anyway, so it translates into a film much better than I'd expected. I'm now trying to sort out the pacing and make it fit properly. It's slow going, but I think it's working.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Good news and more good news

I have walked, talked, walked, and talked. My feet hurt. My throat is drier than the Gobi desert on a particularly hot, dry, day, in which someone has left a hairdryer running and pointing at the ground. My eyes sting from lack of sleep and concentration. But damn, I feel good. Today went great, the meetings were fantastic, and, let's not beat around the bush here, there is at least one definite offer on the table. More than that I cannot say, but everyone loves this thing, and it's going to get sold. Oh yeah. I like all of the people I've met, and would be happy working with any of them. I'm so thrilled about all this - selling a spec script (one that isn't written to order, just on the off chance) is one thing, but convincing someone to pay you to write a script based on an outline is a whole different thing. That's the difference between me "having my script made into a film" and actually being a screenwriter. Things are about to get very, very different for me, and I can't wait.

Came home, feeling good, only to find even more excitement in my inbox - the current unit list for Severance, which is the regularly updated list of everyone working on the film, with names, addresses, phone numbers, emails, etc, all in one handy place. They have been busy. There is now a set designer, art department, director of photography, stunt co-ordinator, special makeup effects department, costume designer, catering service, assistant directors (a 1st and a 3rd, but oddly no 2nd), editor, sound designer, a whole Hungarian production crew, a gaffer, and, my favourite job title of all, a best boy. These people are all working on making the film of my script. Whole departments are devoting their time to realising one aspect of it. It's absolutely mind blowing. When I visit the set, I will of course make it my mission to find out what it is exactly the best boy does. In fact, I'm going to find out what all the job titles mean. I know what a lot of them mean, but what's a line producer? What does the 3rd assistant director do that the 1st assistant director can't, and vice versa? I will make it my mission to find out. When I'm not jumping up and down, screaming with excitement, of course. Speaking of which, it's time to do exactly that right now.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Halfway there

It's been a long, long day of meetings... First one was good, second was better, third was fantastic. After the first one I was feeling a bit low, like I wasn't doing very well in getting across how ready I am to write this, that I know what I'm doing, and that it's all taken care of. But the second one was good right from the start, and the third one was so good, I could have done another one straight after. They really liked me, liked my stuff, and really wanted to be involved in it. I did really well at all three meetings - I was starting to think I was fucking it all up. So I'm hyper-jazzed now. Tomorrow will be less stressful, because one is informal, one is a guy I've met before and get on well with, and the other isn't a huge big scary company, so that's okay. I'm feeling good about this now.

Oh, and it's now three meetings tomorrow, instead of two. Madness. Madness. The thing is, the entire film industry is pissing off to Cannes on Wednesday, so that's why all my meetings are jammed into today and tomorrow. So there's no chance I'll be meeting anyone for the rest of the week, which means I can have a rest. I've talked my arse off today, and will do it again tomorrow. Still, beats working for a living.

Friday, May 06, 2005

Mid-meeting madness and The Lodge

No meeting today - it got rescheduled at the last minute, luckily just before I'd left the house. It's been moved to Monday afternoon, so I now have three in a row on Monday, which will be a bit mad. Still, at least people want to meet me, so that's good. And it means I get a break before the madness starts again.

Severance: the lodge has been found. Most of the story takes place in and around a creepy lodge in the woods, and they've finally found the perfect location for it, in Hungary. I've seen pictures, and it looks perfect, even better than I'd imagined. I'll be spending the weekend writing the DVD things I mentioned before, because they need them as soon as possible. I've already done a rough draft of one of them, and it's both making me laugh and making me worry about what goes on inside my head. This is a good thing.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Round One

One meeting down, 4 to go. No, actually, 5 to go, because another one got added to my schedule while I was in today's meeting. So, two tomorrow, one Monday, two Tuesday. Today's meeting went well, pretty nerve wracking though. It was one of those places that is so expensive, they don't have the name on the building, and when you go inside, none of the doors have anything written on them - I had to just push doors at random until I found the reception. It was very fancy, very serious looking, and utterly terrifying. I had some time to gather my thoughts, so I sat in silence on the sofa, going over everything in my head. When I went in, I faced two very nice but very serious people. They were friendly and all, interested in who I was and what I was up to, but they wanted to know if I knew my shit, and I got a major grilling. I had answers and solutions for everything, I'd already considered some of the problems they had with the outline, so none of it was a surprise to me. For everything they brought up, I had an answer or a possible solution. I really worked it, I was a dude not to be trifled with. If they decide not to go for it, it won't be because of anything I did. But I'm exhausted now, and just want to sit and space out for a while...

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Well hello Mr FancyPants

Okay, two more companies have responded positively to Curfew, and are hoping to convince their bosses that it's something they need to go for. Got a few more passes, most of which were expected, and none of which bother me. I now have 5 meetings over the next few days, all with people who are interested in it. One tomorrow (Thursday), two on Friday, and two on Tuesday - and one of those is with an extremely large film company. Whether or not any or all of them make an offer could depend on how I come across in the meetings (but hey, no pressure). I need to go in there, be my usual charming self, but also show that I know what I'm doing, and can be trusted to actually write a script for this - I know I can, but they don't. I need to make them realise that I'm The Man. And a big part of that is believing it myself. I have to believe that I can do it. And you know what? I do. I really fucking do. I know it's a kickass story, I know I can write a kickass script, and I know it could be a kickass movie. They all want to meet me, they liked the outline, and they want my stuff. I can do this.

Tomorrow is the first meeting, but before that is the small matter of voting in the General Election - bit of an odd name really, seeing as the results determine who gets into power, should be called the Specific Election, if anything. But I digress. I have no idea who will run the country after tomorrow, and at this stage, I don't even know if I care. I'm sick of hearing about it, I don't trust any of the fuckers, and frankly I think a bunch of drunken ferrets could do as good a job as anyone - no matter who gets in, PFI will still be ruining public services, the trains will still get worse, and we'll still be selling arms to fucking despots. Even so, I like voting, I can't understand why some people don't vote - I get a little power buzz from it, I feel like I've accomplished something. Every vote counts. Especially mine. In fact, mine most of all, because I'm special.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

What do you get if you multiply six by nine?

Saw the Hitchhiker's Guide movie on Monday, and loved it. I don't know anyone who's a bigger Hitchhiker's geek than me, and I sat there with a big dopey grin on my face, because it felt so right. The cast was perfect, the tone was just right, everything was better than I could have hoped for. I could have done without the entire Humma Kavula storyline and the romance subplot, but I was having so much fun, they didn't bother me at all. The whole storyline is a bit all over the place, but then so is the first book. I loved all the classic lines, plus all the in-jokes that I spotted, being a massive nerd. It's an absolute blast, ridiculously entertaining. My only complaint was that it ended. I wanted it to just keep going, all through the 5 books, leaving in all the things cut for time reasons, a 50 hour marathon of Hitchhiker madness. But then, if I think hard enough, I can improve any movie in my head. For example, The Matrix was superb, but would have been even better if Trinity had done some pole dancing in her spare time. And if the lobby scene had gone on for an hour. While she was pole dancing. With her friends Angelina Jolie and Salma Hayek. In bullet time. In Jo's version, Keanu is naked (but still in shades), and doing the most *shocking* things with Brent Spiner (in his Data makeup). See? Any movie can be better with saucy antics. More sauce, please, Hollywood. The audience has spoken.

(Before anyone says anything about the title of this post: I know. It's not a mistake. I am extraordinarily geeky, expecially on this subject. Don't even think about it...)