on drooling, writing, star-struckery and pyjamas

So it's been a while, etc etc. Things of note that have happened since I last blogged:

1) I made, and have almost completed a new dramatic short film! 12 mins on 35mm. Wowee. It was one of the most wonderful and positive filmmaking experiences to date. I was sitting there on set thinking 'Man, I could actually do with another 5 weeks of this'. It was that much fun. Whether or not the film was any good is up to the selection committees of the A-List film festivals around the world. I'm not going to say what I think of it in public because I'm tremendously superstitious and wary of The Fates who don't take too kindly to arrogant or self-congratulatory people. Hmm, that gives it away doesn't it. OK, just for the record, I think it's OK. Just OK. OK?


2) The above is where I sound mixed and finished the film. Park Road Post (insert sounds of heavenly angels). No, we weren't mixing Oliphants, but hey. Droooool-tastic. Plus the people there were absolutely lovely. Style, quality, and nice people? It does exist!

3) The feature script has been progressing. No more on that, or the Fates will intervene.

4) Funding has been given for a pan-Asian comedy sketch-show I've been involved in! Hurrah! More writing has been happening, and I've been part of a 6 person collective, which is nice. Having wing-people is very nice. We'll be shooting early next year.

Now.. what other things were there to blog about. Oh yes, I am well and truly over the whole Richard E. Grant thing, though my problem with being star-struck is still around (I saw Anika Moa in a cafe yesterday, and I got all nervous and tried to look anywhere but in her direction. I'm sure she would prefer to just be treated normally. Or she didn't care anyway, which is fine also). Anyway, I saw REG's debut feature film, Wah-Wah, and I really, really didn't like it. I didn't like it so much that I couldn't actually finish watching it. The reading of the 'making of' book was infinitely more agreeable (my god, how on earth did his terrible producer Marie-Castille Mention-Schaar (jesus, what a crazy name!) manage to get work after that? I can't help but think this is but one side of the story), but I still couldn't really get over the bad taste of the actual film, so ... ah well. It was a fun read anyway.

I was reading a Willem Dafoe interview on the Onion AV Club, and he mentioned that he doesn't really talk about his private life because the more one knows about an actor's private life, the more it bleeds into opinions on the work they they do. It's a pity how that happens - though I have to say as a bit of a 'star-strucker' I'm a sucker for it. Which reminds me. As a complete side note, due to my starry-eyed tendencies, I had started to call myself a 'star-fucker', but a couple of director friends said this wasn't a good term to use because a 'star-fucker' wanted to be close and personal with stars, which wasn't the case with me because I clearly wasn't a 'ho-bag' (their words, which I love). I settled on 'star-strucker' just now, but maybe I should change it to 'star-sucker'? Which has many different meanings? Well, at least 2 anyway. One not so good.

Anyway, Mr Dafoe has a point. I have to say I don't really like Bobby Lee any more, ever since I saw this Youtube video. I would like to have given him the benefit of the doubt, but I simply can't get past the things he said, or see how this could be a fake. Even if it is a put-on, it's in extremely poor taste. Actually, the things he said just make me sad. As if Bitter Asian Men needed any more dickhead role models.

On another completely unrelated note, I saw some pink girls' pyjamas at the Warehouse the other day with the picture of a cat, and the words 'Perfect Pussy' next to it. Is this a really bad joke, or is my mind disgusting? The answer of course is yes, but even so, I'm not going to be the first to think of the most obvious double entendre. These are girls' pyjamas, for goodness' sake! next time I go past, I might take a picture, to make sure I wasn't imagining it...

Breakfast:
Rice with egg & crayfish, Chinese marrow (don't know the English name, but in Cantonese, is phonetically spelt 'jeet gua'). Hand squeezed orange juice!

Verdict:
velly güd. Something satisfying about squeezing your own orange juice.