Soul Searcher: June 19th 2006

Congratulations! You may have been reading this journal for four years – well, now you can finally buy the film.

Go to Hell right now and pre-order the DVD on Play.com

It’s only UKP9.99, and you get more extras than most Hollywood two disc releases. Bargain. And ignore where it says fullscreen (4:3) – it’s actually in letterbox 16:9.

Soul Searcher: June 19th 2006

Soul Searcher: June 15th 2006

Had a meeting with Katie Button, my new point of contact at Wysiwyg. She was very positive and enthusiastic. Today was the first day of the wholesaler’s campaign to sell the DVDs to highstreet shops. This apparently involves them sitting the head buyer for, say, HMV down in front of a Powerpoint presentation consisting of the trailer, cover “art”, synopsis, etc. I’m not sure it’s a very pleasant thought that four years of my life and creativity has been boiled down into Powerpoint, that cheesily-transitioned opiate for the office-bound masses. (Weeeeeee! There goes bullet point number three, flying on! It’s almost like I’m not a hamster on a wheel!)

Soul Searcher: June 15th 2006

Soul Searcher: June 7th 2006

The Curse lives on. In the wee hours of November 20th 2003, at H. Weston Cider in Much Marcle, Lara Greenway came a cropper running down a slope. At the time, as this journal will testify, it was treated with much jest amongst the cast and crew, particularly the immortal line uttered by the poor woman as she lay prone on the ground: “Did we get the take?” But she’s still suffering from the injury today, still seeing a chiropractor. By giving just UKP2 a month, you can help Lara… Just kidding. But it’s all true, and now we’re trying to make a claim on the insurance policy I took out for the shoot. This involves filling in forms about things that happened two and a half years ago, which is quite difficult. Names and addresses of all witnesses? I wish I had Jason’s address – he’s still got two of my DVDs…

Soul Searcher: June 7th 2006

The Dark Side of the Earth: June 5th, 2006

I’ve grown frustrated with the lack of progress on this project. I need to make it happen. I was on the bus back from Muswell Hill as ideas swirled around my noggin – visions of VAT returns, and Welsh quarries, and a Scooby Gang. What does it all mean? I’d rather not say yet.
But I have decided to do a number of things that have been at the back of my mind for about two years, but which I had always ruled out. One of these things was advertising for a producer. If the applicants don’t all absquatulate after reading the script – after all, everything in the entire world is destroyed on page three – I’ll eat my hat, and my daft spiky hair with it. However, I wouldn’t want my epitaph to read, “He couldn’t be arsed,” would I?
Another one of those hitherto forbidden activities (because it would mean I was – I am…. producing, horror of horrors) was the generation of a budget. It’s not finished yet, but in order to draft a budget, I needed to work out how many days to shoot. 55. Which, by a remarkable coincidence, is how old I will be when enough money has been raised to begin shooting.
More soon.

The Dark Side of the Earth: June 5th, 2006