Saturday, 20 November 2010

Crazy Times

Im back after a hectic week!

So it started with our final shoot up in London at One Love 9. Just to cover a little exposition, One Love is a gig/venue that is curated once a month by a man called Kilford the Music Painter (aptly named for his ability to see colours when he hears music.) One love involves up and coming bands playing a set whilst he paints their music alongside.

For our first Uni project we were tasked with making a portrait of someone in a short film. To cut a long story short we ended up choosing him for our project. The shoot on Monday was the last one we needed to do and turned out incredibly well. Its a tiny venue and very dark so i had a lot of anxieties about how well it would turn out. But, to my surprise it went far better than i could have ever hoped and we came away feeling completely satisfied with our efforts. However at the end of the evening, me being Director, i was left with little to no voice after shouting to be heard above the music.

Anyhow more on this project soon.

As if that wasn't enough for one week, i went to Secret Cinema last night in London. For those of you not in the know, Secret Cinema is an event put on every couple of months by a very dedicated team of film enthusiasts in London. Basically, you buy your ticket a month or so beforehand, and get told details of the location a few days prior to the event. You also get instructed to bring several items and dress in a certain way. The catch is that you don't know the film until you arrive. Last night was my first time at SC and it was incredible.

We were told to wear a dressing gown and slippers, and bring several other items along with us. When we got to the train station designated for the event, we were met by the 'men in white coats' who gave us maps and wished us luck. After a brisk walk through a few streets we arrived at an ominous old building where several more people in white coats handed us hospital like gowns and ushered us indoors. Once inside we bustled through crowded corridors, past hundreds of other people in dressing gowns. As we explored the building it got stranger, with actors dressed like patients and nurses. The patients proceeded to follow, stare, converse and stroke us, in between getting dragged away by the doctors.They had a canteen, where you had to buy 'prescription cards' to purchase food or 'medication' (alcohol). The menu was suitably bizarre - Calpol glazed doughnuts, lucky charms with ether milk, several types of chowder and boxes of Ritz crackers. There were rooms with oppressive writing on the walls, people playing dead on hospital stretchers, complacent tanoy announcements and even actors playing shrinks in side rooms. All in all a very disturbing, atmospheric and entertaining experience.



We had been asked to learn the words to Simon and Garfunkel's 'The Sound of Silence', the meaning of which became apparent when a commanding voice ordered us to remain still for 'relaxation time'. Seconds later the song came on over the tanoy and everybody started to sing along, all after the cramped corridors had been flooded with water vapor, what few green lights there were flickering on and off repetitively. Shortly after this we ended up in a screening room, where everyone got comfortable and the film began. What else could it be but 'One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest'? The projection quality was admirable, and so was the sound. This was my first viewing of the film and i have to say it is an incredible piece of cinema. The emotions and moods that it leads you through are thoroughly entertaining, and enlightening. In summary, the film follows Jack Nicholson's charater McMurphy, a perfectly sane criminal claiming to be mad so that he can have an easier time riding out his sentence in a mental institution, instead of prison. The film is a must see, containing top notch performances, clever writing and a very valuable comment on the way modern day society views mental illness. To top all of the evening off, on the train we discovered that the building we had been in was in fact a closed mental asylum, creepy! I highly recommend anyone living near London give Secret Cinema a look, because despite the money and effort to get there it is an experience that will make you appreciate film a hell of a lot more.

Saturday, 13 November 2010

Enlightenment.

So a bit longer than usual since my last post but I am back, better than ever.

I just watched Steven Soderbergh's 'Traffic', a colourful and diverse exploration into the world of drugs and the business that surrounds them. What really impressed me was how much it inspired my writing nature, and since finishing it i have been focused on getting some ideas to paper. (I also watched the masterful french thriller 'Tell No One' a few days ago, which is also incredible.)

On that note, i have also been thinking about what writing really means to me, and came up with an interesting analogy of it as a whole. Life is a museum, I am the tour guide and the audience are the tourists. That probably sounds a little formal/cliche but it really made me think about how important writing is to me, and the possibilities that it has. All i need in life is a pen and some sheets of paper.

In other news (woah i sound like a reporter) i have a film shoot up in London on Monday evening, have been overdosing on COD: Black Ops (I decided to let Uni work take a hike for a few days - if i don't enjoy myself now I never will) and on the forthcoming Friday i shall be attending Secret Cinema, in London once again. Which should be incredible, although i can not divulge anything about it until the last date has been fulfilled.

I've noticed that all my posts contain at least one thing about film, but its surprising how much more it motivates me to talk about after watching a good one.

Expect more soon people.

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Boredom

Nothing interesting to report just yet I'm afraid. Lacking in complete direction at the moment due to an overload of Uni work. Our group production isn't going to well, and i have to contend with the pretentious attitude of our lecturers (being an art uni they almost dominate the whole staff) who seem to be convinced that our project is failing. Granted we haven't got the most powerful of subject for a portrait, but geez, we have a guy sees colours when he hears music and paints it live with some super huge names. Frankly it doesn't bother me so much because i've learnt a lot from the experience so far.

On to other things anyway. Right now I'm waiting for poker to start at our Student Union (i have been for most of the day in fact) but at least i managed to finish my darned essay so at least thats off my chest. I seem to be in a surreal state of mind lately, just floating above everything i do as though its of no significance. Its quite refreshing actually because i feel as though i'm almost set aside from the world - can't be a bad thing eh?

The other night i watched Anchorman, which is another great film i recommend. I found Will Ferrel absolutely hilarious and loved the crackpot quips. To stray a little from films i am eagerly (take that word, drop it off the top of a mountain on a bungee cord and apply glowing neons to it) awaiting Call of Duty: Black Ops. Now here i am sure i will either be seen as a complete nerd, although most people have played COD at some point, or a bit of a dick for sticking to the franchise. Funnily enough though i have a feeling its going to be a real hit like Call of Duty: Modern Warfare was, so let's wait and see.

There you have it, the compelling life of Mr Stephen Atkins, rambling extraordinaire, don't worry though, I'll dish something cool up for next time.

Ta' for now.