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.