...I'll be 24 tomorrow.
Cue:
What Have I done with my life?
Where am I?
Where am I going?
What happened to my youth?
In fact, I was like that all week, now, I'm just numb to the fact I'm really 29 tomorrow.
Hey, at least I look good, and I'm signing up with the extras agency on Saturday, so it's not the end of the world...
...yet
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Thursday, 26 November 2009
Friday, 13 November 2009
...still coming out as an actor. Really, you?
Still
Re: second part of coming-out-as-actor-really-you, I've sadly not been as resilient as I thought I was.
I didn't really think I was anyway, but I thought I was getting there.
Last Friday was the RSAMD drama openday and I found out that the course I wanted to do there starts in October 2010, not February.
Now, it's only time but I thought I was fixed and was ready to start now.
October is nearly a whole year away, and because I'm only 'well' for short periods, I thought that come then, I might not be in the same condition.
Then, today, I realised that if I'm still thinking that way, and the fact that this week, I've been really flat, I'm not as ready as I thought.
So, as my facebook fortune cookie said; 'when one door closes, many more open.....
.....SL found me a couple of other, shorter courses that start sooner for me to try.
I really want to be an actor, but I've got to be 'together' to be successful. One of the courses she found starts in February, so, as a date in my mind, it gives me a few months to focus. And what's better, it's not the be all and end all if I'm not ready, mentally. Because it's not the big one I was planning on. It a bonus thing. Well, that's if it's a real course that is.
Yes, it is. And it's still in Glasgow, so even better.
Now, this post might need re-writing because I'm not thinking clearly, well, I'm thinking too quickly for my two finger typing, but I'll do it later....
....I'm trying to get better.
Re: second part of coming-out-as-actor-really-you, I've sadly not been as resilient as I thought I was.
I didn't really think I was anyway, but I thought I was getting there.
Last Friday was the RSAMD drama openday and I found out that the course I wanted to do there starts in October 2010, not February.
Now, it's only time but I thought I was fixed and was ready to start now.
October is nearly a whole year away, and because I'm only 'well' for short periods, I thought that come then, I might not be in the same condition.
Then, today, I realised that if I'm still thinking that way, and the fact that this week, I've been really flat, I'm not as ready as I thought.
So, as my facebook fortune cookie said; 'when one door closes, many more open.....
.....SL found me a couple of other, shorter courses that start sooner for me to try.
I really want to be an actor, but I've got to be 'together' to be successful. One of the courses she found starts in February, so, as a date in my mind, it gives me a few months to focus. And what's better, it's not the be all and end all if I'm not ready, mentally. Because it's not the big one I was planning on. It a bonus thing. Well, that's if it's a real course that is.
Yes, it is. And it's still in Glasgow, so even better.
Now, this post might need re-writing because I'm not thinking clearly, well, I'm thinking too quickly for my two finger typing, but I'll do it later....
....I'm trying to get better.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
...continuing to work on the "French Project"
As I sit here and type, listening to Aimee Mann and Spotify ads, Glasgow has been blessed with sunny breaks in the rain clouds.
The "French Project" was always going to set in Glasgow, The work done on the Beachy Head ascent and in and around Eastbourne was just hardware testing and a bit of fun: (see http://drivingkolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/switchbacks-of-beachy-head.html )
Glasgow is what it was always about.
Now it wasn't just "C'etait un rendez vous" that has influenced me into starting this project. The way the streets of San Francisco are shot in "Bullitt"; the hilly terrain, the shops, people and houses are as much a part of the 'best ever car chase' as the actors and the Charger & Mustang. If anything, the chase would not be as well regarded as it is without the cityscape at the start of it. Another trigger for me was San Francisco 9 or 10 years before Steve Mcqueen's version of the city was shot; Hitchcock's more sedate and more gentrified San Francisco in "Vertigo". At the start of "Bullitt", post credits and after Lalo's theme dies down, a taxi pulls up at a very distinctive hotel perched in a hilltop at a busy cross-roads. This hotel was used as a very spanky block of apartments in Hitchcock's film. The traffic was almost non existent in the earlier version. I'm not going to go into the debate about how landmarks are used or how productions alter places to there own ends, well not now. I'm merely saying that it is interesting how you can dress up or down a place to meet your own ends. It can be a backdrop as a curtain is a backdrop of a stage production, or the city can be an integral part of the piece. Now San Francisco is more of a feature in films than say, LA (Dirty Harry verses Heat for example), because it has a number of older landmarks and set pieces. LA is a modern urban sprawl, a giant of corporate towers and business suits with a theme-park in the middle (Hollywood).
Glasgow, like San Francisco, has a grid of streets, distinct residential and city centre business districts. Glasgow also shares a blessing of historic landmarks and urban set pieces.
Glasgow has also suffered from a real negative image. It's either thought of as a drug addled of it's former Victorian masterpiece, or it's just thought of as the deep fried fat man of Europe; the collective heart-attack waiting to happen. The Scottish Tourist board has yet to fully reverse this, the way Edinburgh has. Remember Edinburgh has it's fair share of blight but the capital comes first in Scotland's strive for a modern, positive identity. I'm not saying I'm going to change all that with this, far from it. I can imagine it'll be used in a powerpoint at the highways department, showing the one-way gridlocked chaos of the city centre. What I think will happen though, is non Glaswegians, non Scots, will see a busy, lively city from the view of a car travelling from Westend to Dennistoun in the Eastend.
What I have noticed, youtubing about, is that Glasgow has yet to feature in a copy version of Claude Lelouche's seminal work. As yet, I've not realised why.
Today, I might just find out....
The "French Project" was always going to set in Glasgow, The work done on the Beachy Head ascent and in and around Eastbourne was just hardware testing and a bit of fun: (see http://drivingkolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/switchbacks-of-beachy-head.html )
Glasgow is what it was always about.
Now it wasn't just "C'etait un rendez vous" that has influenced me into starting this project. The way the streets of San Francisco are shot in "Bullitt"; the hilly terrain, the shops, people and houses are as much a part of the 'best ever car chase' as the actors and the Charger & Mustang. If anything, the chase would not be as well regarded as it is without the cityscape at the start of it. Another trigger for me was San Francisco 9 or 10 years before Steve Mcqueen's version of the city was shot; Hitchcock's more sedate and more gentrified San Francisco in "Vertigo". At the start of "Bullitt", post credits and after Lalo's theme dies down, a taxi pulls up at a very distinctive hotel perched in a hilltop at a busy cross-roads. This hotel was used as a very spanky block of apartments in Hitchcock's film. The traffic was almost non existent in the earlier version. I'm not going to go into the debate about how landmarks are used or how productions alter places to there own ends, well not now. I'm merely saying that it is interesting how you can dress up or down a place to meet your own ends. It can be a backdrop as a curtain is a backdrop of a stage production, or the city can be an integral part of the piece. Now San Francisco is more of a feature in films than say, LA (Dirty Harry verses Heat for example), because it has a number of older landmarks and set pieces. LA is a modern urban sprawl, a giant of corporate towers and business suits with a theme-park in the middle (Hollywood).
Glasgow, like San Francisco, has a grid of streets, distinct residential and city centre business districts. Glasgow also shares a blessing of historic landmarks and urban set pieces.
Glasgow has also suffered from a real negative image. It's either thought of as a drug addled of it's former Victorian masterpiece, or it's just thought of as the deep fried fat man of Europe; the collective heart-attack waiting to happen. The Scottish Tourist board has yet to fully reverse this, the way Edinburgh has. Remember Edinburgh has it's fair share of blight but the capital comes first in Scotland's strive for a modern, positive identity. I'm not saying I'm going to change all that with this, far from it. I can imagine it'll be used in a powerpoint at the highways department, showing the one-way gridlocked chaos of the city centre. What I think will happen though, is non Glaswegians, non Scots, will see a busy, lively city from the view of a car travelling from Westend to Dennistoun in the Eastend.
What I have noticed, youtubing about, is that Glasgow has yet to feature in a copy version of Claude Lelouche's seminal work. As yet, I've not realised why.
Today, I might just find out....
...explaining the "French Project"
Yes, the French Project, hmm
Well, fans of Snow Patrol may have seen the video to Open Your Eyes, this was in fact Claude Lelouche's film "C'etait un rendez vous".
This 8 or so minutes has become a seminal piece of film.
Shot in 1976 on a camera mounted to a custom made jig on the front of a Mercedes 450SEL, then dubbed over with the engine noise of a V12 Ferrari. Set in Paris, at 4 in the morning, it is a race to meet a date at a famous park in the city.
What makes the film interesting, as a piece of film making, as appose to film viewing, is the reason it is 8 minutes 46 seconds. This is the length 35mm film came in. This was restricted by the technology of the time and the director; Lelouche's want to make the hole thing in one continuous take. No post editing. No second camera cutaways. No roping off of streets or altering of the city. This is Paris, this is his drive, this is Claude racing to make it for a date.
Now, you may cry wolf, or cry foul at this point because of one major move Lelouche has made to make this work; who has a date at 4am? Yes, yes, it is a large point to concede. But well, I don't have any real answer but this, 8 minutes behind a 2CV, and or, it's the 70's, maybe she, and he, are complete slags. Maybe it's when her father left for work as an airport employee and thus be able to sneak out the house to see her older lover. Maybe she's a nurse and has just finished a shift treating syfalific old men in a private hospital. Whatever one helps you appease that nag in your head.
Anyway, I present Claude Lelouche's "C'etait un rendez vous", enjoy.
Well, fans of Snow Patrol may have seen the video to Open Your Eyes, this was in fact Claude Lelouche's film "C'etait un rendez vous".
This 8 or so minutes has become a seminal piece of film.
Shot in 1976 on a camera mounted to a custom made jig on the front of a Mercedes 450SEL, then dubbed over with the engine noise of a V12 Ferrari. Set in Paris, at 4 in the morning, it is a race to meet a date at a famous park in the city.
What makes the film interesting, as a piece of film making, as appose to film viewing, is the reason it is 8 minutes 46 seconds. This is the length 35mm film came in. This was restricted by the technology of the time and the director; Lelouche's want to make the hole thing in one continuous take. No post editing. No second camera cutaways. No roping off of streets or altering of the city. This is Paris, this is his drive, this is Claude racing to make it for a date.
Now, you may cry wolf, or cry foul at this point because of one major move Lelouche has made to make this work; who has a date at 4am? Yes, yes, it is a large point to concede. But well, I don't have any real answer but this, 8 minutes behind a 2CV, and or, it's the 70's, maybe she, and he, are complete slags. Maybe it's when her father left for work as an airport employee and thus be able to sneak out the house to see her older lover. Maybe she's a nurse and has just finished a shift treating syfalific old men in a private hospital. Whatever one helps you appease that nag in your head.
Anyway, I present Claude Lelouche's "C'etait un rendez vous", enjoy.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
...coming out as an actor. Really, you? (continued)
Part 2
I guess that thing I had about saying I was an actor (as in, I want to be) was initially thought to be the comedian thing I said.
You know:
steve:: "hi bob."
bob:: "oh, hi, steve, what do you do these days?"
steve:: "yeah, I'm err, a err, comedian!"
bob:: "WTF, you, really, but you're.....
.....err, make me laugh, go on!"
steve:: "oh, I'm not that sort of comedian."
bob:: "you're shit!
....go on, fuck off. Comedian, my fucking arse he's a comedian. He's got the personality of a slapped arse."
So, you can see why I didn't want to say anything.
I guess, moving ever so slightly on from this initial hesitancy, I guess I was thinking, oh, actor, err, you have to have the most electric personality; the life and soul of the party; the big noise; the big potato: the mouth, etc.
Yes, I guess that's what I thought; the self-promoting all singing, all dancing extrovert.
I'm not the stops traffic kind of guy. I'm 5' 10" when I actually stand up straight, yes I have a pretty face, but it's not that pretty. Also, I look 15 still. I never get asked my opinion by those clip-boarders in town. I'm a perfect pick-pocket. I can get away with not being there. Very forgettable.
So, the all singing, all dancing Mr Extrovert v Mr Cellophane.
See the thing is this: I can be the all sing all dancing extrovert. I have been, on many occasions but only when certain things are in place. I have to be on top of an internal wave, the occasion has to have 5 or less people there, preferably less (hopefully with no positive or completely no experience of me before) and the moon has to be in it's third cycle and a bat has to be killed by a loft insulator less than 3 miles from where this occasion is to be held. In other words, things have to be perfect for me to operate as Mr Extrovert. Mr Extrovert is incredibly fragile. He's normally wrapped up by Mr Cellophane.
Now, as I've alluded to in today's earlier posting, for 16* years I've been too fragile, too much like Jenson Button; as in, everything has to work perfectly to achieve anything close to full potential. Not robust enough. Great skill to do anything he wants in life, but as yet, hasn't made any mark.
Well no more. I'm going to be less fragile, more stable and definitely more robust.
I have to be it's now a career skill set. It's a life skill set!
Anyway, yes, so, right, more decisive. More err, you know; to the point.
No more Cellophane
(also, RSAMD are having an open day on Friday for 2010's intake. Plus getting back to extra-ing soon too)
I guess that thing I had about saying I was an actor (as in, I want to be) was initially thought to be the comedian thing I said.
You know:
steve:: "hi bob."
bob:: "oh, hi, steve, what do you do these days?"
steve:: "yeah, I'm err, a err, comedian!"
bob:: "WTF, you, really, but you're.....
.....err, make me laugh, go on!"
steve:: "oh, I'm not that sort of comedian."
bob:: "you're shit!
....go on, fuck off. Comedian, my fucking arse he's a comedian. He's got the personality of a slapped arse."
So, you can see why I didn't want to say anything.
I guess, moving ever so slightly on from this initial hesitancy, I guess I was thinking, oh, actor, err, you have to have the most electric personality; the life and soul of the party; the big noise; the big potato: the mouth, etc.
Yes, I guess that's what I thought; the self-promoting all singing, all dancing extrovert.
I'm not the stops traffic kind of guy. I'm 5' 10" when I actually stand up straight, yes I have a pretty face, but it's not that pretty. Also, I look 15 still. I never get asked my opinion by those clip-boarders in town. I'm a perfect pick-pocket. I can get away with not being there. Very forgettable.
So, the all singing, all dancing Mr Extrovert v Mr Cellophane.
See the thing is this: I can be the all sing all dancing extrovert. I have been, on many occasions but only when certain things are in place. I have to be on top of an internal wave, the occasion has to have 5 or less people there, preferably less (hopefully with no positive or completely no experience of me before) and the moon has to be in it's third cycle and a bat has to be killed by a loft insulator less than 3 miles from where this occasion is to be held. In other words, things have to be perfect for me to operate as Mr Extrovert. Mr Extrovert is incredibly fragile. He's normally wrapped up by Mr Cellophane.
Now, as I've alluded to in today's earlier posting, for 16* years I've been too fragile, too much like Jenson Button; as in, everything has to work perfectly to achieve anything close to full potential. Not robust enough. Great skill to do anything he wants in life, but as yet, hasn't made any mark.
Well no more. I'm going to be less fragile, more stable and definitely more robust.
I have to be it's now a career skill set. It's a life skill set!
Anyway, yes, so, right, more decisive. More err, you know; to the point.
No more Cellophane
(also, RSAMD are having an open day on Friday for 2010's intake. Plus getting back to extra-ing soon too)
Saturday, 13 June 2009
...in the garden again (sleepy sleep, sunny sun)
Yeah, the strangest thing happened today. It was such a lovely morning, in fact, a lovely day, but I just wanted to go upstairs and have a nap in the shade. I mean, what a waste of glorious weather. It is/was only the second day of goodness yet I craved for cool and dark. Why, well I don't know. So, as I realised I was being a silly sausage, I decided to lay on the patio on a towel instead.slept for about 2 hours, I know, sunscreen, should of been more careful. I didn't think I would sleep as long as I did because it was so uncomfortable. Plus the rabbit's were out in the garden and now and then would nibble at me, or worse, burrowing into my side. do I look like a lawn. They don't even burrow in the garden. I'm sure they're just checking I'm not dead. Anyway, after 2 hours, it's done nothing to my tan. not even a t-shirt and shorts line. oh yes, forgot to take off my top. Hmm. So that was my day. Should of put Today I am....reporting nothing.
Oh, tell a lie, I took the Momo to the theatre to see "Strictly Murder", yes, this is what the Eastbourne set get up to of a n evening.
Will save the crit for tomorrow. That way, this blog might be of interest to someone. Or did I mean, this blog might have a point to it? Something, something, blah blah, point to it all etc.
night night
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