Every great story has its third act ticking clock. Our is: can I finish shooting the film before I have a nervous breakdown? Could be a close-run thing.

Little progress with finding a roof for Shane to fling himself from (O2 never called back), but obviously my priority has been to prep this weekend, although I did speak to the Marr’s Bar (quite literally a bar owned by a man named Marr) in Worcester about shooting the King Monkey stuff there. One of my shorts, Cow Trek, was screened there a couple of years ago so Brian Marr remembered me.

Mick Morris, the multistorey car park manager, will be very glad that tonight is our last night of shooting there. I think he was getting fed up of it, in a jovial kind of way.

Having pretty much given up hope of ever finding a maker for the demon armour, I was contacted on Wednesday by one Mr. Jon Hayes who had a whole plan worked out as to how to make a set of this armour. Over the course of several phone calls in the next 48 hours, I hit him with such bombshells as “That’s great, now we need five sets like that in two weeks.” and “Thanks for your quote, but we can only afford half that.” To his credit, each time he came back with a way of doing it. I guess he won’t get much sleep for the next fortnight, but I can’t wait to see Mya’s concept art realised properly at last.

I had one of those mornings when I didn’t want to get out of bed, hating my new role as producer. I wandered round town in the rain, half-heartedly looking for inspiration for demon armour alternatives. I went to the station to try and plead with the manager. Before Christmas he’d said we could only shoot until 5:30pm, and these days it’s barely dark by then. I had investigated closed railway lines further afield, like East Lancashire Railway and another one in Loughborough, but they all wanted too much money and their stations were preserved in fifties condition.

Hereford’s Station Manager wasn’t there, so I trudged away and tried again an hour later. This time he was there. I got as far as “I’m Neil Oseman…” before I was interrupted by “Ah, the film shoot – when do you want to do it? You’ll have to be done by 10pm.” He even didn’t mind us setting up lights, which I had suspected might be a big no-no for health and safety reasons.

Then I went to Rural Media where I bumped into Stephen Broadfield, co-ordinator of MediaDev. He asked how the film was going and I told him we were in dire financial straits. He said he’d ring Screen West Midlands and try to get them to give me UKP2,000. Very kind of him, but I haven’t heard anything more so I guess they weren’t having it.

After lunch I sat down at the edit suite and tried to do something with the cut of last weekend’s footage, which had wound up looking decidely pants. I realised I’d made a big directorial smeg-up, totally recut it and an hour later had a really good scene.

Shane Styen, the man with no fear, came over later on to take a look at some possible buildings for his three storey jump. We collared the custodian of Market Hall and asked him right there if Shane could jump off the top. I’m not sure exactly what he said, since he had a very broad country accent, but it was accompanied by a shaking of the head. A little later I went into the O2 mobile phone shop. “Welcome to O2,” said the shop assistant. “This is a very a strange request,” I began, and I wasn’t lying. The manager’s going to call me tomorrow.

The Smallness of Hereford, case study no. 8745: I went to the Plough Inn last night, as Jason had told me that they had bands on there and I could maybe use it for the King Monkey shots. I explained to the barmaid what I wanted to do. “Are you Neil Oseman?” she asked. Turns out she’s the sister of Craig Whyte, one of our runners.

Easy peasy weekend. Six hours of filming yesterday, three hours today. All in the daytime, all indoors. Lara remarked that she was too warm for the first time ever on the shoot. Manhattan’s – where we shot both yesterday morning and this morning – is not the world’s best match for the Crystal Rooms, but I’m sure it’ll look fine when it’s all stitched together. Our precious few hours in the real Crystal Rooms went smoothly, with a martial artist named Dean filling in for Chris Jones to rumble with Ray.

Ed’s inability to answer his voicemail messages, texts and e-mails with any regularity finally became too much this week and I was left with no option but to demote him to co-producer. I’ll be producing the rest of the film myself. It’s a shame this had to happen, but we have been given an absolute final deadline of Feb 22nd to have all Lara’s scenes shot, and we can’t afford to waste three days of prep time for a weekend’s shooting just because I can’t get hold of the producer.

So today I’ve been sorting things out for this weekend, which should be fairly straight forward (fatal last words), and best of all is entirely indoors. We’ve only got three hours in the Crystal Rooms, but that should be enough to get the remaining wide shots done. I also cut last weekend’s stuff, which is all really good.

The demon armour is still giving me massive problems. A promising lead recently fell through and options are running thin. Perhaps I ought to get Armour Mark One, a.k.a.The Pretzels of Doom, sent back…

On a positive note (this is a god-awful pun, as you will now see…), I’m pleased to announce Loughborough-based composer-conductor Scott Benzie as Soul Searcher‘s scorer. Crew page coming soon.

I had a phone call out of the blue from Andy Dawson, who runs the council’s Creative Industries Fund, telling me I might be eligible for some upcoming grant money. He’s coming over next week to look at some bits of the film and talk through an application for publicity funding.

Saturday and Sunday went really well. Saturday night’s stuff was very bitty… A small scene in the multistorey car park with the weapons rack, which Colin had to make last minute modifications to to get it to fit in the car boot. Then out the back by an electrical substation to reshoot the two dialogue scenes which had originally taken 27 takes out at Rotherwas in October. Now substantially cut down, the scenes were quick and easy to shoot. In fact, I think I spent longer in the car park standing around waiting for people than actually shooting. Still, it did allow me to make two trips over the road to The Codfather (which came second in the Best Named Takeaway Awards after Kent’s Tuck-In Fried Chicken, Dudley). Then it was back to Castle Cliffe to tip watering cans over Ray and Jonny’s heads, under the pretext of filming extra close-ups for the rain fight. One quick extra CU of Kat for another scene and we were wrapped for the night.

After four hours of sleep, it was time to get up again for the remount of Luca’s dawn arrival on the edge of the town. This went considerably better than November’s effort, given that the Mustang actually worked, didn’t run out of fuel, and didn’t need to be brought there on a flatbed truck. Cheers to Jonny for agreeing to get up that early just to drive the car to location for us. After wrapping 25 minutes early (an event roughly as frequent as the appearances of the Hale-Bop comet), we all went back to bed for a few more hours. The evening’s filming was at Rowden Mill, the only problem being that we somehow had to get seven people and all the equipment into the Mustang and Chris’ car. Astonishingly, we succeeded, though it took us about an hour. Chassis scraping the tarmac, we headed to location and moved through the night’s material at a fair old lick, wrapping dead on the scheduled time of ten o’clock. The last shots involved Lara doing swerves in the Mustang on very wet, muddy grass and almost losing control of the car. Jonny was like a little boy when he saw the train, having not been to Rowden Mill before, and was delighted to get a ride in the engine. I was similarly delighted to finally get a ride in the Mustang on the way home, though when I tried to get out at the end, I immediately realised why Lara had been having such trouble with her getting-out-of-the-car shots all through the shoot. It’s a bit like that Toy Story 2 out-take where Woody gets his ass stuck in the roll of sellotape.

The sense of dread I’d been feeling about last night proved unfounded. The only problem was that I’d got up at 7am yesterday to give me enough time to finish sorting everything out, and by the time we got to location in the evening I was knackered. As a result, things moved quite slowly at first, although we did get some absolutely gorgeous shots of the heroes emerging from the mist looking hard. The actors kept singing Little Green Bag. As the night wore on, I was forced to speed things up despite struggling to keep my eyes open. I haven’t watched the rushes yet – I just hope they’re okay.

I think it was after 4am when we wrapped. It took us an hour to derig the location, then another hour for Colin, Fergus and me to push the generator a mile up the road to Technical Rubber Products, where it was staying the night to be picked up by the hire company in the morning. (No-one had a tow bar on their car.) Someone spotted us and called the police, reporting three dodgy blokes pushing a generator down the street in the dead of night, On the way back we were stopped by two officers of the law who took down all our details. This is Fergus’ second brush with the police on this film, having been confronted back in October whilst loading my computer into his car at 1am.

I finally got to bed at 7am, exactly 24 hours after I’d got up. I had completely forgotten how physically demanding the shoot was. I still ache all over. It is beyond my comprehension how we survived this for six weeks last year.

We couldn’t get anyone to make the weapons rack, so my Dad and I spent Wednesday afternoon making one out of a block of foam and a large cardboard box. Aside from almost dying from inhalation of toxic foam fumes, it went pretty well and will do the job nicely once it’s sprayed black. As an in-joke I’m including the gun from the original short on the rack.

Yesterday I went to London, spending the time on the train redoing some storyboards. Edd and I went to Southbank University’s Film Special Effects Department again, showed the students the trailer, and talked to some of them about making puppets and miniatures. They were very enthusiastic.

Tonight is our first day of Principle Photography: Part II (“Getting BACK<< was only the beginning..."). We're out at the Romney Hut in Rotherwas again, in the dead of night. Edd isn't coming, due to paying work, which is going to put some strain on me. I'm glad it's only three days in a row.

“Misery, misery, misery – that’s what you’ve chosen.” (Name the film and win, er, nothing.)

Preparations are going well for this weekend, but overall I would still liken the process of making this film to trying to climb a steep hill with a sack full of rocks whilst being attacked by five burly men. I’m reminded of an exponential graph, where the less there is left to shoot, the more time it takes to get it shot. Things aren’t helped by the fact that our crew is somewhat diminished. We don’t even have any local production assistants to run errands any more. Still, if what we shoot this year is as good as what we shot last year, it’ll all have been worth it.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

After various changes of fortune with the Crystal Rooms, it finally turns out we can’t shoot there this weekend, so the whole weekend’s off. Soul Searcher lesson #785: do not write scenes set in nightclubs. On the bright side, at least I’ll be able to use my free bus pass to get to the premiere of this film.

I went to talk to David Gillam, the organiser of Hereford’s Borderlines Film Festival, about our Soul Searcher teaser screening. We agreed on a screening of a 25 minute doc, incorporating three or four nearly-finished scenes from the movie and a trailer, followed by a Q&A session with some of the cast and crew. There should also be some kind of stand in the foyer featuring artwork, stills, props, etc.