Exasperation, thy name is filmmaking!
Another week, another bout of frustration, but looking back, progress was probably made, and I suppose stuff sort of got done – somehow.
Last week, I was panicking about how to film computer screens without getting that frustrating flicker effect, so on Monday, I headed over to our main office location to do some testing. Thankfully, it all went smoothly. No screen flicker, no weird interference, so we might be alright on that front. Fingers crossed.
Meanwhile, I’ve been liaising with a guy on Fiverr to produce some CGI for the film. It turns out that my original idea for the computer game was a bit overambitious and would be eye-wateringly expensive to create if it had to be done from scratch. After a bit of brainstorming, we landed on a new look for the game sequence, which I think works better and integrates more easily into the main story. I won’t reveal the details yet, partly because I haven’t told the actors and I need to revise the script. So, I’ve now agreed on a Scope of Works and placed the order with Fiverr. It is reputable, isn’t it? … Fiverr? … They’re reliable … aren’t they?
On the tech front, I signed up for a Google AI thing. Fuck knows what it’s actually called. Something or other: Gemini? Veo? The video’s produced are promising but Google’s presentation of it’s AI products seems to be…. hmmm… what’s that word? Crap? Yes, crap. I haven’t got the faintest clue what I’ve signed up for.
One overlooked aspect of new tech is unintended consequences and one unintended consequence of Google entering the AI market is making more work for ChatGPT in explaining how the fuck Google AI works. Seriously! I asked Gemini to explain what all it’s products did and it burbled on about Veo2, Veo3, Flux, Whisk,Flo and, bizarrely, Flo Period & Pregnancy Tracker! Yep, thanks for all that Gemini but I’ll stick to my trusty old-fashioned steam-powered ChatGPT.
Logistics-wise, I’ve been wrangling with how to shoot Zoom/Teams calls. I think I’ve finally cracked it – or at least have the seeds of a plan. By next week, I should definitely have an actual plan.
And speaking of next week: Angela and I will be visiting our ‘house set’ to start dressing it, so we can start scheduling some of the simpler scenes. We’ve also got a tentative green light for a fourth shoot day in July, which should help.
Still no actual filming yet. Our first shoot is planned for 29th June, which is approaching more quickly than I care to think about right now. Naturally, I’ve started panicking about rehearsals. I probably should have sorted those earlier, but – and I can’t stress this enough – I don’t know what I’m doing, so it’s all a learning process.
One of the themes of this film is an deep suspicion of “process”, of the way everything’s become standardised and proceduralised and saturated in corporate bollocks, including Hollywood film-making which is why I think it’s all such shit. But, after this week, I admit: I’ve started to see why people love a good formal process in filmmaking. Doing everything for the first time is “challenging” – and there I am, starting to use this fucking corporate newspeak. Then again, maybe that’s the point. Maybe, if you don’t follow the formula and feel your way, you make something genuinely original and worthwhile, rather than ending up with Star Wars episode fucking 93.
By Friday afternoon, I was thinking that I could relax and unwind a bit. Then it started. DRUMS – along Hove Promenade, no less. The council, in its infinite wisdom, has apparently privatised the promenade for the weekend, and some bloody musical event has already started. A few weeks ago, I received a note through the door from some bureaucratic apparatchik “advising” me of “forthcoming music events” that will be “ongoing” on Hove Lawns with “unavoidable noise disturbance”. However, the unidentified author claimed to be “working closely” with the council to ensure that any “potentially negative consequences are mitigated or avoided”. The Woodstock organisers must be vomiting in their graves.
You see?!!! – Do you get it now?! Even in Brighton, we have been so comprehensively indoctrinated with ‘corporate culture’ that the organisers of fucking music festivals speak like lawyers and are capable of writing pages of A4 in such abstract terms that they say precisely NOTHING!
I bet there’s a film in there somewhere.