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.