LETTERS TO THE EDITOR. Well, what a bulging post bag we’ve had this week. (Note to those of you already giggling in a puerile fashion: you will find no cheap “bulging sack” jokes here.) Amongst the many CVs received so far, special mention must go to the gentleman who listed Jedi Mind Tricks amongst his Special Skills. “You do not need to see my headshot.”

However, this week’s star letter, winning nothing but the pride born of a mention on this illustrious website, is from Al from Durham (and also Hereford, presumably):

Neil,

Them pan pipe toting dudes in high town wear ponchos and if you want to see what a dick people look in them pop in a record shop (if your out of Hereford) and take a look at the cover of Motorhead’s eponymous album. Hope Jimbob gets cured good and quick.

The Poncho police.

Roundin’ ’em up an’ burnin’ ’em like rock’n roll records. Devils work!

Al

Soul Searcher replies: We’re going with the poncho, so there,

James might have glandular fever. He’s going for all these scary blood tests and things. The doctor said he had an acute infection. James said the doctor had a cute ass. He was thrown out. Not really of course – the power of suggestion. But seriously, he’s not a well man.

I’ve just finished typing up a new draft of the investors’ agreement, which I am taking to a solicitor tomorrow morning. I’ve spoken to one Mr. Chris Jones, martial artist extraordinaire, about appearing as a demon and doubling for Joe; he and Simon Wyndham will be coming to Hereford soon for a grand tour of the locations. Their plan is then to shoot blocking tapes in the gym Chris owns oop North.

I’m having second thoughts about Dante’s poncho. Why would anyone wander about the streets at night wearing a poncho? (Note: this is a cowboy-style poncho, not a yellow-plastic-waterproof-style poncho.) Maybe I’m just getting cold feet now that I know that someone is going to start making it any day and then it’ll be too late to change my mind.

Doodies. Cajun chicken sandwiches. Coffee. (Like a reverse timelapse film of a faded curtain, a pattern is emerging.)

On tonight’s agenda were: 1. the contract letter for investors, which we decided to take to a solicitor to be on the safe side; 2. casting, which I will be putting a call out for in the next few days; 3. the script, for which we will meet on Saturday evening to produce a final draft.

I spoke to several potential prop/costume makers who had replied to ads I posted a week or two ago. Experience levels ranged from students to seasoned professionals with major feature film credits.

Doodies. Chips. Coffee. I wonder how much this movie would have cost if we’d charged all the coffees and pizzas of our meetings over the last 18 months to the production? Speaking of which, James is going to contribute some cash to the budget. Fantastic.

We were supposed to have a meeting this evening for key crew, but it turned out that no-one could make it. D’oh. I advertised for a props maker and a costumes maker last week, and some solid CVs have come in. The cogs are beginning to grind into motion. So much of the work is already done. The main thing now is to start getting the props and costumes made and to recast the characters who have moved on since last year.

David Abbott, who wore many a hat (and toupee) on the crew of The Beacon, sent through a CG animation last night which will appear in Soul Searcher as a computer game which Joe’s best friend Gary is playing in an early scene. It’s fantastic, and it reminded me of one of the great things about doing a big project like this – getting the right people in to do certain jobs, then sitting back while their excellent work flows in. Much more fun that doing everything yourself, a la The Beacon.

From an e-mail received from one of the production companies we sent the Soul Searcher pitch to:

“You have a good script here, but I don’t believe it would work as a small or medium budget film… We could not commit to finance a movie over a $30m budget, therefore we cannot go any further with this.”

Oh how I laughed. And then cried. And then put a shotgun in my mouth. Not really of course – the power of suggestion.

Okay, here’s the thing. We tried to raise money. We really tried. And we’ve failed. We could keep trying, but sooner or later it’s going to drift away as our lives go on. I’ve been working a lot lately, and with an overdraft from my bank and the money pledged by Tim Parkman of Lessons Learned Ltd, we’re talking about a figure that we can… just about… shoot the film for. I put this to James tonight and we think it’s do-able. We’re going to get the crew together next week for a meeting. I’m beginning to feel like the boy who cried wolf, but maybe, just maybe, Soul Searcher could be happening very soon.

We had an informal meeting (aren’t they all where we’re concerned?) with our friend Dave Sewell, an accountant. We talked about our options for fundraising from private investors, business angels, setting up a limited company and so forth. My uncle has been approached to fund a film called The Drop and he passed the prospectus on to me for inspiration. It was pretty dry and didn’t make the film sound interesting at all. The financial stuff didn’t seem very compelling either. We could do so much better. We’d have some cool artwork to put in it for a start.