If you look really closely at the left hand side, through that wall and then about 540 miles due south you might just be able to see it.
If you’re lucky.
Okay, I admit it. I wasn’t there. This was for two reasons:
- Being on set is quite dull. Being on location is even worse because there’s nowhere to sit down.
- They, rather selfishly I thought, scheduled it on a day when I already had other plans.
For me, being present at the filming breaks down into three phases, probably best characterised as Wow! Oh. and Hang on! Let me give you an example, from one of the first shoots I attended:
- Phase 1: Wow! People are saying my lines!
- Phase 2: Oh. People are saying my lines wrong.
- Phase 3: Hang on! These aren’t my lines, some bastard has re-written them.
Or even worse, people start improvising. Don’t do that, please don’t do that. When actors start improvising, what they’re in effect saying is: ‘I can think up a better line off the top of my head than you can if you spend several months thinking about it.’
The defence is: some of the best lines in movie history were improvised.
This is true, but so were most of the worst ones.
Honestly, I did want to go and see at least one little bit of the shoot; but it just didn’t fit in with my schedule. It’s not a major worry, I’m sure I’ll be able to see one of the other segments. And even if that’s not possible, I’m not going to get upset about it.
I am itching to find out how it went though. The sketchy reports I’ve had say it went really well. I’ve been sent a load of stills which look fantastic, but I’m not allowed to show them to anyone yet.
So don’t even ask.
Regardless, the film is off the ground. It’s officially moved from pre-production into production, and that can only be a good thing. There were a couple of the obligatory last-minute disasters to do with personnel and locations, but apart from that it apparently all went very smoothly.
One down, five to go.