Archive for March, 2008

“Checkmate” Production Diary
Day 8

I’ve got my ‘producer’ hat on today, as I organise the third and fourth parts of the shoot for Checkmate. Looks like we’ll be shooting again Wednesday and Friday, at this point, and pending approval from all involved.

I also realised today that I skipped a day in my counting of the days of my production diary. Today’s meant to be Day 7. Oh well.

In other news work was meh lastnight. Just so-so. Not good nor bad. Medium. Regular. Betwixt Small and Super-Huge. Of mediocre disposition. As such.

Until next time…

“Checkmate” Production Diary
Day 7

A relatively quiet day today, and not much happening in the way of Checkmate. I’ve mainly been focusing on getting these assignments done. Post-Production and Digital Effects; the animation component of this subject has got to be one of the most time-consuming and mind-numbing activities ever conceived as assessable by a tertiary education institution. Unbelievable. But hopefully the end product will look alright. I hope so anyway.

Will get into more organisation stuff tomorrow.

Until next time…

“Checkmate” Production Diary
Day 6

Second day of shooting is over, and despite what was a far too early start, it went incredibly well. John, Jess, Rowan and Iain did a spectacular job acting out their various parts, and it gave Josh and I some valuable experience on how to light indoor scenes and improvise camera techniques. Perhaps most fun was our bootleg dolly system – me in a gas wheely chair, with Josh pushing me across the floor. One particularly good shot was Trip’s official introduction, where he leans forward from the darkness to offer his opinion. It was great fun setting that one up, and when it’s all cut together the result will speak for itself.

I must also mention how awesomely well the almighty XL2 performed when supported by auxiliary filming equipment. When a scene is lit well, the contrast in colours and shades that camera picks up is incredible. Cameras really shine when some effort goes into helping them out, and the XL2 is a pearler. I must also apologise to you diehard camera folk out there. I think I may have mentioned that the XL2 was a Panasonic. I’m sorry. Don’t stone me. The XL2 is in fact a Canon. Surprising, no?

So yeah. All went very well. We now have two short sequences to film, one on Wednesday afternoon, and another probably on Friday evening. I’m not touching any footage till then, apart from capturing it, partly because I want to edit it uninterrupted and without bits missing, and also because I have about four assessments due this week, including a rather time-consuming digital animation. But I can’t wait to get stuck in.

Until next time…

“Checkmate” Production Diary
Day 5

Okay so this time it really is Day 5, and the first day of principal shooting on Checkmate. Overall I’m incredibly happy with how it went. Essentially we shot in 90 minutes what will boil down to the opening sequence, i.e. around 30 seconds of screen time.

I decided on the fly this afternoon that rather than use my friend Josh’s fancy AVCHD hi-def handicam (the one we used in Check), I’d use the Panasonic XL2 SD Camcorder that I got out from uni. And I must say I’m pretty damn pleased with how the XL2 operated. It got a bit heavy after a while, but it’s lighter than the AG15’s we used last year, and the picture quality is downright incredible for a Standard Def. I’m incredibly happy.

We got some damn good footage and had a chance to muck around a bit too, so all in all I’m stoked. Can’t wait for tomorrow now!

Until next time…

“Checkmate” Production Diary
Day 3? 4? 5???

I really don’t know what day it is. It’s Thursday. Else it was when I woke up last. I’m going to get like zero hours sleep tonight, but that’s about par for the course when it comes to the night before shooting. Here’s a short rhyme I came up with to celebrate the occasion:

Twas the night before shooting
And all through the Hovel
The frogs they had come
To beg, croak and grovel
Before the withered filmmaker
All broken and weary
For he would give them water
For their happiness.

Yes, yes, I know. That last bit didn’t rhyme. Shut up, I’m tired.

Otherwise it’s been a good couple of days (?). Wednesday saw not a lot happen in terms of pre-production. The script was amended as per the changes we decided upon on Tuesday night, and I was pretty much stuck doing uni work so I wouldn’t have to worry about it on the shoot.

Thursday, i.e. today, I picked up a veritable truckload of equipment, including the beautiful Panasonic XL-2 that I’ll be using as a secondary camera on Saturday, a nifty little set of three lights, reflectors, gels and a sexy Miller tripod. Oh, and four radio lapel microphones. And I have a meeting in Rosebery in the morning so the poor Camry’s going to be fair weighted down for the long trip along the Great Western Highway. Not to worry. It’ll cope, I’m sure.

I watched Check again before, just to get an idea of how to shoot the next one. I still have no real ideas. I think I’m just going to wing it tomorrow and see how I feel. Tomorrow we’re shooting a couple of short sequences, the first being the lead-in from the first film, the second the final shot – gotta love that non-linear editing technology.

So I’m relatively stuffed, but mostly psyched to get back into it. I definitely got the filmmaker buzz going now.

Until next time…

“Checkmate” Production Diary
Day 2

Well, rehearsal went very well. We ran through the script five or ten times, with slight direction here and there from me, but it was mainly about getting the cast into their roles, letting them get a feel for their characters, and, of course, giving them a chance to learn their lines.

It was also a chance to confirm availabilities, go through the schedule and get a basic overview of the project. I was pretty damn happy with how it all worked out in the end.

Here are a couple snaps I took yesterday (I filled in for Rowan, who couldn’t make it):

Until next time…

“Checkmate” Production Diary
Day 1

It’s the Easter Monday public holiday, essentially a day of nothingness before the storm of activity that is production.

I’ve gone through the script a couple of times just to make sure there’s nothing hideously out of place; which reminds me there’s a section I need to re-write tonight, just to break up what is actually a pretty long speech.

Tomorrow’s a pretty big day; I have to book equipment in the morning, maybe even pick it up depending on availability, then tomorrow afternoon we’re having a script run-through with most of the main actors. Depending on who turns up, it’ll also be a semi-professional production meeting.

At the moment there’s a sort of just-before-shooting lull; like I said, a period of calm before the storm. I’m psyched at the moment, but the real excitement won’t kick in until I start organising equipment and getting the actors into their roles. Onwards!

Until next time…

I wonder what kind of insurance cover Mario has.

No, really, just stick with me on this one.

Cos when you think about it, this guy has to put up with fire, theft, personal injury, water damage, not to mention Goombas. And also, he’s just a plumber. I mean, he’s earning minimum wage as a tradie, getting work where he can, in between having to go and save the Princess and Toad and his mates.

I bet he voted Labor. Can you imagine if Mario had to go on an AWA? His entire livelihood would go down the toilet, and he’d be left to save the world with little to no capital behind him.

And to think that we worry day and night about the war on terror. Mario mustn’t get any sleep, thinking about piranha plants, goombas, pesky cannonballs and crazy octopi.

Think of his psychological state too. Living in constant fear, putting on a brave face and giving a jovial ‘Woo!’ every time he jumps. Add to this the physical and emotional strain of having to deal with varying gravitational fields in his latest adventures in Super Mario Galaxy.

What a brave, brave soul that little plumbing hero is. Never give up, trust your instincts, and when the going gets tough, look for a 1UP. Truly an inspiration to us all.

Until next time…

I’d like to direct your attention today to a number of fictional characters. For your convenience to make this easier I’ve compiled said characters into what’s commonly known as a ‘list’. Here is said list:

  • Sherlock Holmes
  • Hamlet
  • Dr Gregory House
  • Hank Moody
  • A short list, but an intriguing and most well-constructed one nevertheless.

    My subject today is that of self-destructive characters, of which the four aforementioned are indeed. Very much so.

    Take the first. Dr Holmes, a character – indeed, the titular character – of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s series of stories containing and detailing his exploits. Holmes is a brilliant and unequalled detective. His friend and colleague, Dr Watson, as well as the authorities, are generally at a loss to explain his spectacular expertise and knack for deducing the undeducible. Holmes is amazing, there can be no doubt whatsoever. But he is also terribly flawed. He is messy, neurotic, has fits of rage and snappiness. He is also addicted to heroin and cocaine. Perhaps the greatest screen adaptation of the character I’ve seen was that of Rupert Everett, who, despite being part of a terrible contemporarily-written Holmes tale, played the character perfectly.

    The second self-destructive personality I’ve included is perhaps the greatest known in the entire canon of British literature – Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, from Shakespeare’s thus-titled play. ‘Hamlet’ is arguably Shakespeare’s greatest work, and as a character study is a piece unrivalled. This is bemusing and surprising considering Shakespeare was not unlike any other screenwriter today – writing for the masses, trying to make a buck here and there. However, his creation of the character Hamlet was nothing short of genius. Hamlet, a Danish high-flyer, and heir apparent to the throne when his father, the king, dies, his dreams are shattered when, no sooner has the King hit the deck than his mother is in bed with his uncle, Claudius, who therefore assumes the monarchy. Hamlet is naturally quite perturbed by all of this, and his perturberance is intensified when his ex-king father appears to him as an apparition and tells him that he was topped by Claudius. Oh dear. But anyway. The story is told with such depth, and Hamlet’s transformation – from normal everyday human being to lunatic (faux or for real is one of the biggest questions in literary discussion) to the greatest procrasinator the world has ever known – is amazing to behold.

    Third on the list is a modern Sherlock Holmes. A brilliant doctor who is, like Holmes, drug-addled and a general pain in the ass to be around. I speak of the incomparable Dr Gregory House. Played with a comedic timing only the British can achieve, Hugh Laurie’s misanthropic medical detective cracks the cases no one else can, in a way only he could. Bedside manner is cast aside, an obstacle to brilliance, and Dr House is a thorn in the side of his team and his superiors. But the fact of the matter is that he saves lives. In early season three, which I’m just consuming as we speak, House regains the functions of his leg, and is able to run and gym and skateboard and do things he hasn’t done for years. His misanthropy is also affected, and, much to the shock of his colleagues, he’s nice to people. He also drops the painkillers. This is an interesting twist to the plot, as the people around him have no idea how to react. Used to being ribbed, jibed, poked, prodded and insulted by a dry-witted genius, they’re not quite sure how to take the new and improved House. Makes one wonder how people would have interpreted Hamlet had he refrained from killing his uncle and led a life of decency and honour – accepting his place on the throne when it was rightfully his.

    The final character I wish to analyse is that of Hank Moody, from the TV series Californication. Hank is a loose cannon, a wild duck, and any other metaphor for destructive personality you can muster. He’s a pain in the ass to everyone around him. He’s drunk 20 of 24 hours in the day, he uses drugs semi-regularly, and his sexual misadventures are the stuff of myth. His partner Karen took their daughter away and is now with another man, whom Hank generally despises. Therefore you could say he has all the perfect material to write his next bestseller. But because of his lifestyle, he has chronic writers’ block. And the one good thing he does finish is stolen by the daughter of his partner’s new fiance, who is about to release it in her own name. But despite all this, Hank, somewhere deep down, is a decent human being. He loves his daughter more than anything else in the world, and wants another chance with Karen. I think all Hank wants is acceptance. He finds it in a glass of scotch or in the arms of a willing woman – something or someone that can’t argue with, despise or despair of him.

    So with the exception of Hamlet, we have three self-destructive personalities who do what they do for the right reasons. Sherlock Holmes seeks to bring justice to evildoers and closure to the families they’ve harmed; Dr House wants to save lives; Moody wants to get back on his feet so he can win back his family.

    I guess there’s a correlation between having noble intentions and having completely antithetical lifestyles; i.e. lifestyles that are the complete opposite to the ideal for your goals in life. I’ve got an idea festering for just such a character, hence I felt the need for this rumination.

    Best get going on it then.

    Until next time…

    Unbelievably dreary and pointless are the first words that come to mind. After a not-all-that-good sleep, I think attempting to pay attention in a Postproduction tutorial covering material I already know is essentially futile.

    On another note, yesterday I was overtaken by some woman who clearly has no sense of common decency. She had come out of the gym, was driving a little blue bubble car and was wearing a tank top. She overtook me over double lines, in a 40kph zone on a speed bump. And then had the hide to abuse me whilst alongside me and then into the rear view mirror when she was in front of me. Like – wtf, methinks?

    Anyway. Moving on.

    Nope – nothing.

    Until next time…