Two weeks down and three to do. We filmed and filmed. Got burnt by the sun and shivered in chill winds. We laughed and collapsed and ran and lazed and fainted and swam and threw ourselves into the film like madmen and revellers. We disappeared into scenes of fighting and kissing and sleeping and waking, of love and languor and laughter and confusion and pain. The time passed impossibly quickly. We shaved every day to the skin. And through it all we got glimpses of the film that lies on the other side... and, damn, that was a beautiful thing.
Showing posts with label locations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label locations. Show all posts
Monday, November 19, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Goodness #1
More good days in the netherworld of pre-production for one film and pre-pre-production for another.
Castings, location wanderings, meetings with designers, ADs, stunt supervisors, actors, producers.
Moments of stillness with nephews, glimpses of memories and past lives, horse paddocks, vast skies, long car rides and note taking.
Cold winds. Hot suns.
New eyes cast over familiar places.
All is good. All is good.
Labels:
Galore,
locations,
photographs,
Small Mercies,
The Turning
Friday, July 20, 2012
The Coast Is Always Changing #2
More photos from the location scouting for 'Small Mercies'...
(Some days the light is just right and the seaspray in the air is dense and the coast is something extraordinary. And some days it is as dull and banal as the deepest, bleakest suburbia but simply more bleached by the sun and salt.)
Labels:
locations,
photographs,
Small Mercies,
space and time,
The Turning
Thursday, July 19, 2012
The Coast is Always Changing #1
When I write, I normally have a strong sense of the places and locations that I'm writing about. The sense or feel of a place and time often prefigures character. There is a thick-headed old adage that you hear people lobbing about like neo-conservative gospel that you should only write about what you know (What right, it seems to suggest, do we have to search out the unknown, or to identify deeply with someone other than ourselves?) I have to confess I rarely write about characters I know. Maybe the characters think and feel in ways that echo what I might have thought or felt, or people I know may have thought or felt; but how insanely dull would the months of writing be if you weren't trying at the same time to discover those things about characters, about people, that you don't know?
In any case, when I write my half baked scripts, the characters might remain unknown to me, but what I do normally 'know' are the places where the stories are set. So, the project I'm currently undertaking is a strange one for me. I've adapted the short story 'Small Mercies' for the portmanteau adaptation of 'The Turning' written by Tim Winton, to be produced by Robert Connolly. A whole pack of filmmakers, actors turned directors and cross disciplinary artists are tackling the seventeen intertwined stories from the book. True to Winton's deep attachment to the ocean and the West Australian coast, most of the stories take place along the fringes of the continent, in small run down fishing towns. I'm thousands of kilometres from these locations, so we're trying to find a sense of his story in other locations closer to home.
In any case, when I write my half baked scripts, the characters might remain unknown to me, but what I do normally 'know' are the places where the stories are set. So, the project I'm currently undertaking is a strange one for me. I've adapted the short story 'Small Mercies' for the portmanteau adaptation of 'The Turning' written by Tim Winton, to be produced by Robert Connolly. A whole pack of filmmakers, actors turned directors and cross disciplinary artists are tackling the seventeen intertwined stories from the book. True to Winton's deep attachment to the ocean and the West Australian coast, most of the stories take place along the fringes of the continent, in small run down fishing towns. I'm thousands of kilometres from these locations, so we're trying to find a sense of his story in other locations closer to home.
So, these past days, I've been haunting the South Gippsland coast, looking for and photographing places and spaces that feel like the unmade film in my head. It's strange when you get a shock of recognition in a place you've never seen… and slowly, slowly, those small sparks are accumulating and the script is finding it's place in the real world.
Strangely, due to time restraints, we'll shoot the film in just a little over a month, but delay our post production until some time after we've shot the feature 'Galore'. So, I won't know for many, many months whether these imaginary spaces tie themselves together in the real world in a way that creates a unified sense of this fictional town. Here's hoping.
"We look out upon the sea / The coast is always changing / We'll take the train out to the sea / My heart is always changing / It won't be long before you've gone / I can't imagine leaving"
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Disguises
Labels:
Galore,
locations,
photography
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