The Curse of Soul Searcher continues. Even a simple task like popping over to Lara’s place to record a brief interview and some ADR with her and Jonny falls foul of changing schedules and screwed-up tubes. House prices in her road have now probably dropped to a record low, due to some crazy woman who hangs around in her drive making faintly pornographic noises for the benefit of a shifty-looking man in headphones.

I received the Borderlines Focus Day programme today. Soul Searcher‘s on from noon till 1pm. The festival has lined up a highly varied group of speakers, covering shorts, features and even reality TV. Should be a really interesting day.

The last few days I spent working on the sound design for the scenes in the Borderlines doc. Oh the fun you can have laying footsteps onto a scene one by one. Cliche though it is, working on this aspect of the film opens up a whole new dimension. Again, I’ve been plundering The Beacon library. Today I borrowed Rural Media’s sound kit and wandered around for a short while trying to find the right kind of traffic noise. I ambled into Doodies and asked the mildly surprised but generously co-operative barman if I could record the noise of his cappuccino machine.

This evening, when the traffic noise permeating my flat had dropped enough to make sound recording feasible, I gathered together a few props and crouched in the corner of my living room, already too full of light stands, fishtanks and cinematic miscellany, to record some more basic effects. I made a reasonable dent in my ten page list. (That’s for the whole film.)

Chris H put me on to Forest of Dean Radio, who are going to run a piece on the film the night before the Borderlines screening. Me and Chris and maybe AJ are going down to the studio and they’re going to play some dialogue scenes and bits of music from the movie.

In the world of effects, I’ve been speaking to a few people about making the Banshee puppet. Ideas have ranged from stop motion plasticine to full animatronics.

It’s surprisingly difficult to get a piece of string to ripple in a fishtank, or so I’ve found. I’ve been filming little bits of weird stuff to build special effects from. Some things are working better than others. I pillaged The Beacon rushes for incendiary FX. (Dave, the AD, and Chris Jenkins, pyromaniac and owner of large garden, spent a day burning things with me for the napalm sequence at the end. It was funny watching the rushes again since all you see is a black screen with occasional bursts of fire, but you can hear Chris continually disrepecting Dave’s flame-throwing technique.)

I got the Borderlines Festival programme today, with Soul Searcher in, but still no indication of what time of day it might be. I heard Ken Russell pulled out and now they’re trying to find other filmmakers to take his place in the Focus Day.

The other night I had a midnight epiphany and recut the whole trailer, fortunately before Scott had got too far with the music. I have Fergus to thank for that, pointing out it had too much plot and not enough action.

Great news: my Creative Industries application was successful, which means I will shortly be receiving a cheque for 2,800 odd squid for the publicity and promotion of Soul Searcher. Yay for Herefordshire Council!

Since writing the last entry I’ve finished editing the nightclub scene. It is good, and it does look like there are lots of extras, but some of the cuts between the Crystal Rooms and the other locations look ridiculous to an almost Naked Gun degree. I am slowly getting worried about this.

I finished the trailer for Borderlines, which took a long time. There’s so much going on in this movie it’s difficult to condense into two minutes. The documentary is pretty much done, except that I need to get an interview with Lara and maybe Chris too. Now I have to record all the sound effects I need for the trailer and the scenes in the doc. The trailer’s also got a few FX shots in which need doing. Fergus is coming round to help with that on Wednesday.

You didn’t come, you gits. No, we had to send the Fellowship of King Monkey out into the streets of Worcesterland to drag extras in. We got about twenty in the end, which is less than half the number I wanted.

Matt, the lead singer of da Monkey, who was looking somewhat like Elvis for reasons best known to himself, said he was stressed. “You want to try making a film, mate,” I told him. Shell (fiancee of Mike (brother of Matt (resembler of Elvis))) became the 1st AD by virtue of her big gob. All the better for shouting at random fifteen-year-olds.

So we dragged in some kids from the streets, told them to look like they were having a good time, slapped on the CD and burnt some tapestock. Aside from just dancing to the band, the extras had to perform vital parts of the scene’s action. Enter Sam (feminine) – our crowd surfing, demon victim – and Josh – our moshing demon victim. Actually they had a better mosh pit going than at most real gigs.

AJ was present for filming of certain pick-ups, and his other half very kindly came along to do make-up, though it was left to AJ himself to make up the demon arms.

Now here’s the thing. Given the lack of extras and the fact that the nightclub scene has been shot in three entirely different clubs, it shouldn’t work. At all. But not only does it work, (a) it looks like there are loads of extras and (b) it’s a really good scene. What are the chances of that happening, eh?

Thanks to the band and everyone who appeared in the scene.

Post-production. Oh yes indeedy.

Of late I’ve been cutting the documentary for Borderlines. I was surprised at how much good behind-the-scenes footage there is, and that’s not counting what Lara and AJ shot on their camcorders, or the footage Rick Goldsmith shot for us last weekend. There’s certainly enough material for a feature-length observational documentary, “The Drunken Rantings of Edd”. Anyway, I’m saving the good stuff for the DVD. And there goes Neil’s 2005.

I heard the first pass at the Grim Reaper’s theme this evening. Let’s be fair: it’s fantastic. Scott’s going to score the new trailer for Borderlines too.

A little reminder to COME TO THE MARRS BAR THIS SATURDAY AT 11AM. Be in Soul Searcher! Be the envy of your friends and family! Banish that unpleasant bodily odour with one swift bask in the aromatic aura of the UK’s most Grimtastic film production! That’s the MARRS BAR, PIERPOINT STREET, WORCESTER.