shootout 06
Got back from my 7th consecutive shootout early yesterday morning. It was brilliant. For the first five years I went, we made God-awful films on the spot without any planning. Last year, a well planned and very good film wasn't accepted, being 45 seconds late. This year a brilliant film was handed in to great relief from myself. There was a heart attack in the last hour and a half when it appeared that the sound was at an almost inaudible level but some frantic devling in the bowels of the relevant laptops operating system by Kate eventually fixed that.
Aside form Kate and I, the remainder of the team was Mel and Emma, smallest team i've ever been up with but that cuased us no problems. Their was a little bit of doubling up with minor roles (I played two ninja victims while Emma had to take on the role of "stolen girl" when shooting stars - people competing to be in as many films as possible- failed to turn up). The film was about a pirate (me) and a ninja (Emma) in the modern world and the only dialogue was narration by Kate, aside from an angry knight at the end. Mel did the majority of the camera work, aside form the times when she was busy gettign angry or killed on screen.
Ross had a team up there, who stayed at the same palce as us, doing a remake of a film he and I did several years ago about stealing gnomes. They came up after knockign off from a 9-5 workday, bringing Mel and arrived as we were taking our first shot. We conveyed Ross' team mate Petr (the single e not a typoe) who reminds me of Ross in many ways. He was good value, playing our knight in the final shot. Got the tape in with a little under an hour to spare, by which time everyone had gone home other than Petr, Kate, Ross and I had gone home, which was a pity as that wasn't enough people to insite partyness. We basicaly had dinner, I gloatingly showed Ross and Petr our film and we went to bed.
Saw Pirates of the Carribean 2 on Sunday morning (it was brillaint, especially seeing as last D&D session i played involved the two oldest PCs dieing in a battle with a kracken) and we then went frolicing around on the beutiful majestic sand duens nearby. Went to the screenings in the evening, got nothing but a bit of time in promo films, didn't see any of the interesting looking films we'd seen being made whilst we shot (a guy dressed as Jesus with a full sized cross, a guy dressed as Osama fishing in the pond at the foreshore) and drove home at 10:30 when they finsihed.
Got delayed just outside the northern outskirst of Sydney when I got migrane lights (no one else in my merry band of travelers could drive) but when they dissapeard without the feeling of death entering my head we continued on our way without me having to force Kate to drive the big station wagon in the middle of the night. And that was my seventh shootout. Not the most fun but the most satifying.
On a car related note, my car is dead. Forever. It's as old as me (who happens to turn 23 tommorow) and has had a massive leak spring up in it's gear box. I think I won't buy another one. I'd like to be able to live a near car-less existence. I think my return to uni will be costing me my job so I won't have need to go to remote areas too often. We'll see how it all goes.
Aside form Kate and I, the remainder of the team was Mel and Emma, smallest team i've ever been up with but that cuased us no problems. Their was a little bit of doubling up with minor roles (I played two ninja victims while Emma had to take on the role of "stolen girl" when shooting stars - people competing to be in as many films as possible- failed to turn up). The film was about a pirate (me) and a ninja (Emma) in the modern world and the only dialogue was narration by Kate, aside from an angry knight at the end. Mel did the majority of the camera work, aside form the times when she was busy gettign angry or killed on screen.
Ross had a team up there, who stayed at the same palce as us, doing a remake of a film he and I did several years ago about stealing gnomes. They came up after knockign off from a 9-5 workday, bringing Mel and arrived as we were taking our first shot. We conveyed Ross' team mate Petr (the single e not a typoe) who reminds me of Ross in many ways. He was good value, playing our knight in the final shot. Got the tape in with a little under an hour to spare, by which time everyone had gone home other than Petr, Kate, Ross and I had gone home, which was a pity as that wasn't enough people to insite partyness. We basicaly had dinner, I gloatingly showed Ross and Petr our film and we went to bed.
Saw Pirates of the Carribean 2 on Sunday morning (it was brillaint, especially seeing as last D&D session i played involved the two oldest PCs dieing in a battle with a kracken) and we then went frolicing around on the beutiful majestic sand duens nearby. Went to the screenings in the evening, got nothing but a bit of time in promo films, didn't see any of the interesting looking films we'd seen being made whilst we shot (a guy dressed as Jesus with a full sized cross, a guy dressed as Osama fishing in the pond at the foreshore) and drove home at 10:30 when they finsihed.
Got delayed just outside the northern outskirst of Sydney when I got migrane lights (no one else in my merry band of travelers could drive) but when they dissapeard without the feeling of death entering my head we continued on our way without me having to force Kate to drive the big station wagon in the middle of the night. And that was my seventh shootout. Not the most fun but the most satifying.
On a car related note, my car is dead. Forever. It's as old as me (who happens to turn 23 tommorow) and has had a massive leak spring up in it's gear box. I think I won't buy another one. I'd like to be able to live a near car-less existence. I think my return to uni will be costing me my job so I won't have need to go to remote areas too often. We'll see how it all goes.