Showing posts with label filmandvideo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label filmandvideo. Show all posts
Friday, 1 May 2015
SONGMAP: A Gift For GIFT
This weekend is GIFT (Gateshead International Festival of Theatre) weekend. We have had some fantastic times at GIFT: showing our work, sharing workshops, experiencing other artists' work. We are proud to have shown work at every incarnation of this great festival.
This year it's a #GIFTGathering. Here is our #GIFTforGIFT, our short film, SONGMAP, made with/for Arab Strap's The First Big Weekend, available to watch for free for this weekend only!
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Programme Notes on the making of Songmap are here:
http://thirdangeluk.blogspot.co.uk/2010/05/mixtape-songmap.html
Songmap features The First Big Weekend by Arab Strap.
Words and music by Malcolm Middleton and Aidan Moffat.
Courtesy of Chemikal Underground.
Live performance devised and performed by Alexander Kelly and Rachael Walton.
Film version directed and edited by Christopher Hall.
Additional camerawork by Alexander Unwin.
Songmap is Third Angel's contribution to Unlimited Theatre's Mixtape project. www.unlimited.org.uk
The film is available online for 3 days, 1-3 May 2015, as a #GiftForGIFT.
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Supported by Leeds Met Studio Theatre, Off The Shelf Festival of Words & Sheffield Hallam University.
Special thanks to Stewart Henderson, Malcolm Middleton and Aidan Moffat.
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
Monthly Film: Hang Up IRRITATIONS
So, I'm still calling these Monthly Films, even though they clearly run to their own calendar. This one is new piece. New as a short film at least. An extract from the FORTHCOMING DVD of our 1999/2000 show, Hang Up.
This section, the Irritations Section, uses a text originally written for our 1998 show Saved. But as the text for that show took focus as a semi-improvised daily diary, to fit it's varying length of 2 - 5 hours, a set-piece text like this didn't fit any more. We set it aside, thinking we'd like to do something with it. Often when that happens, we never find a way to do something with it.
In the show Hang Up, the four performers swap between characters from one section to the next. Some characters recur, like the lovers who can only use language from the 'Socialising' pages of a English/Spanish phrasebook, and others only appear once - Pizza Guy, for example. In the first two performances Rachael had a teenage prank call character, making annoying calls and calling people names. After two shows, we knew it wasn't working. It undermined the possibility that Pizza Guy was making a prank call (though I never thought he was), and it also seemed to weaken a much more sinister nuisance caller who appeared later. But mainly, it wasn't very funny.
I think by the end of that second performance Rachael already knew that she wanted to try the Irritations text instead. We put it into the next performance, and immediately it felt better, partly because it wasn't specifically about phone calls.
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The documentation of Hang Up was shot at the start of the second tour, early 2000, in Forced Entertainment's studio in The Workstation. That process produced a short video piece (here), as well as full length show documentation, which will become available again as part of a new set of DVDs launching very soon.
Thanks as ever to Chris for creating this short video version.
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Documentation extract from Third Angel's touring show, Hang Up (1999/2000)
Camera: Rob Hardy
Edit: Christopher Hall
Director: Rachael Walton
HANG UP
Devised and Performed by Juliet Ellis, Robert Hardy, John Rowley and Rachael Walton
Designed and Directed by Alexander Kelly and Rachael Walton
Soundtrack by Alex Bradley
Lighting Design by James Harrison
Video Mixing by Alexander Kelly
Set Construction by Vision Works
Administration by Phillippa Yates
Commissioned by Arnolfini Live and funded by The Arts Council of England, Yorkshire Arts and Sheffield City Council. Hang Up toured the UK in autumn 1999 and spring 2000.
Thursday, 31 July 2014
Monthly Film: A PERFECT CIRCLE
July’s Monthly Film is A Perfect Circle, which we wrote
about quite a lot as we were making it:
So I asked Chris to reflect on the actual shoot. He said:
I didn't want to make this film. I
wanted to make something entirely different. But we ended up in a studio in
Sheffield for two days making A Perfect Circle.
Which was a good start.
We abbreviate to APC when we talk
and write about it among ourselves. I'm not that happy with the title to be
honest but I've never thought of anything better so perhaps I should stop
moaning.
No comment.
There are couple of things about
the making of the film. We borrowed the overhead camera and gaffer taped it to
the lighting rig in the studio. I had no way of knowing whether it was properly
in focus and exposed by the time I managed to lean over and hit record. I
managed to overcome my mild vertigo by climbing twenty feet up the ladder to do
so.
It was essentially a two camera
setup on multiple takes of the entire process, with me doing close ups and
wides on the floor and the borrowed camera on the birds eye view. I also had to
guestimate as to whether or not I would be in shot if I moved in for any
extreme close ups of the powder or the feet.
Climbing with gritted teeth up the
ladder to retrieve the footage for a quick mid-shoot review was not fun. As you
can see, the footage was ok. We had a coffee and carried on.
The main part of the shoot was a
highly rewarding experience, lighting Gillian, her performance and the action
to make it other, elevated. Ditching the storyboards very early on in the first
day. Finding new ways of framing the process using angles and perspectives that
the theatrical experience couldn't replicate.
Alex and I have written and spoken
about the editing process in other places and about the intentions behind the
piece. I had two additional motivations when making A Perfect Circle, rather
prosaically one was to learn and find the limitations of a new piece of editing
software - hence the large amount of frame blending during the extensive slow
motion shots - and to attempt to create something elegant, fully formed, which
needs no additional explanation in order to be enjoyed - like a piece of music.
I learnt the software, which is
now defunct five years after the fact, I'm unsure as to whether or A Perfect
Circle can be enjoyed without knowing what is happening.
I did also want to make a dance
film and this was the an opportunity to do so within the Third Angel fold.
So to paraphrase Meatloaf, two out
of three ain't bad.
So I'd just add, A Perfect Circle is best enjoyed watched on as big a screen as possible, turned up loud...
A Perfect Circle
9min 32sec. HD.
A female human being performs a ritual: an attempt to describe a circle and an attempt to describe the world as if all you could see of it were the series of images carried on the Voyager satellites, the two furthest-travelled human-made objects from the Earth.
Devised by Christopher Hall, Alexander Kelly, Gillian Lees and Rachael Walton
Performed by Gillian Lees
Music by David Mitchell
Camera and Edit by Christopher Hall
Production Assistants: Cristabel Horne and Dan Wray
Commissioned by Sheffield Contemporary Art Forum for The Sheffield Pavilion2009. Supported by Sheffield Hallam University and Leeds Metropolitan University. With thanks to Sheffield Independent Film. Third Angel is regularly funded by Arts Council England and supported by Site Gallery, Sheffield.
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
Monthly Film: TESTCARD POLAROIDS
Looking back, twice.
In October 1995, Third Angel presented its
first piece of work, Testcard. (You can read more about its origins, here.)
A pretty big show for a first project. A 72
hour durational performance for The Workstation in Sheffield. Two performers
(Rachael Walton and Phil Richford) lived in the public gaze for three full days
and nights; you could visit them live in The Workstation foyer, 9am – 9pm,
watch them through the windows at night, as they slept, or check up on the via
“CCTV” video links in shops and cafés around the city.
They lived in long thin rooms, with clear
plastic walls, separated by a corridor. Each had their own little kitchen area,
bed, living room, TV. They watched endless rolling news channels, computer game
animations, CCTV footage of each other and the audience; they had newspapers
and pizzas delivered.
For one hour each evening, a ticketed,
rehearsed performance evolved out of the durational piece, Testcard Stories:
new video work, distorted film dialogues, long lists, quiet monologues.
A big project for a first show. We called
in all of the favours we had earned in the two years we'd been in Sheffield,
and spent a lot of favours we hadn't yet earned. We got a small grant from
Sheffield City Council's much missed Community Arts Fund, loads of equipment and technical support from the
northern media school, and trust and respect from The Workstation.
Somehow the show caught the zeitgeist and
we found ourselves on page 5 of the Guardian, part of the local news
questioning if it was art and discussing the possibility of hosting an edition
of TV-am - which sadly (?) didn't happen.
Phil’s task was arguably the toughest one. Just live, and watch this weird TV channel we had created for him. Ignore the
audience completely. Rachael’s task was to turn the gaze back on the audience,
and to document the people who watched her. She took a Polaroid photograph of
as many of her visitors as she could over the three days.
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In 2002 Third Angel moved into our own
studio space in Brookfield Yard in Nether Edge. Sorting through the hoarded gear
from many shows, we came across the collection of Polaroids taken during
Testcard. Chris suggested we document Rachael looking through them, remembering
what she could about them, and the audience who came to see her.
Strangely enough, we’re now looking back at
this film, over a longer time than Rachael was looking back at the Polaroids. A
strange, genre-defying piece, at least in part about Chris’ exploration of
form, and questioning of what can be documentary/documentation, as much as it is about
the original show.
Naturally, I asked him to reflect on the
film making itself. Over to Chris:
As you can probably tell, we shot it quickly with not much equipment. What you see was the end to quite a long process of working with the Polaroids and understanding how they could best be represented on the screen. Before we sat down in the rehearsal space in Nether Edge, a few days after the move from the Site Gallery, there had been a few attempts at making a short film based on the pictures. They were clearly all dead ends whilst I was making them and I didn’t show them to anyone else. I shot them on VHS and then degraded the image even further – shot them on dv and then saturated the colours to the point of incomprehensibility. Looking for a way of making sense of the images, their tactile quality and the aesthetic of the Polaroid* that is rapidly fading from our collective memory.
It was clear, in the edit suite, staring at another dead end of ideas, that memories were the way into the Polaroids.
I’m on one of the Polaroids and that Polaroid was in the film, then out, then in, then out. I don’t remember the final reason why I went out – it may well have been to keep the time to a certain defined length.
With much of the film work, they often appear, in retrospect, to be sign posts on the way to somewhere else. Testcard Polaroids has echoes in the most recent piece, Postcards From Florence, that we screened last September in Sheffield’s Light Night. If you know some of the other work then you’ll be able to recognise its imprint on those as well.
That’s not to say that this was the somehow the progenitor of the memory based pieces, it’s more of an early try out of ideas had been kicked about for a while.
Watching it now makes me want to make another thing in 4:3 on low grade mini dv, before that aesthetic too begins to fade.
*Alex’s footnote: I remember that we got
given a load of Polaroid film at knock down prices by Harrisons Photography in
Sheffield. These are the “Party Polaroids” with the balloon borders…
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Testcard Polaroids
A film by Chris Hall
Featuring Rachael Walton
Testcard was created by
Rachael Walton
Phil Richford
Alexander Kelly
Robert Hardy
Chris Hall
David Mitchell
Hilary Foster
Jacqui Bellamy
Emer O’Sullivan
with a lot of favours from friends and colleagues.
Friday, 31 January 2014
Monthly Film: SENSELESS
This month's film is a delve into the archives. Documentation of one of our earliest durational performances, Senseless, created in collaboration with Arnolfini, Bristol, and The Mappin Art Gallery, Sheffield.
This is the text of a talk I've given about Senseless over the years.
Senseless at Arnolfini, January 1998
We build three corridors. They are 30' long and 4' wide. The walls are made of translucent plastic, the ends covered by solid wooden board, the sort you get on building sites.
In each corridor we place a performer. We blindfold them and leave them inside for ten hours a day, for three days. As they move about the corridors, they trigger overhead security lights, like you get outside a house, next to the garage.
We can see the performers through the walls of the corridors: when they are close to the plastic we can see them quite clearly. As they move away, they become out of focus. It's sort of like the frosted glass in a bathroom window.
In the doors at each end of each corridor, set at different heights, are three fish-eye security viewers, sort of like the ones you get in front doors in high-rise flats. Looking through these you can see the performers live, the perspective accentuated by the black and white checked lino on the floor, like in a kitchen.
Corridor One is the Heartbeat Corridor. The performer wears headphones, listening to the sound of their own heartbeat, measuring time. Every hour they put a notch into the leg of their wooden chair with a Stanley knife. Outside the corridor, next to the spy-holes, hangs a set of headphones, allowing the audience to listen to the performer's heartbeat with them.
Corridor Two is the Rooms Corridor. At each end there are headphones, through which we can listen to the performer, who is speaking very quietly into a microphone taped to their face. This is an audio close up to contrast with the wide shot presented by fisheye lenses in the spy-holes. The performer's job is to describe, in as much detail as they can, every room that they have ever lived in, and then to invent their ideal bedroom, bathroom or kitchen. As they describe these rooms, they draw them in marker pen onto the walls of the corridor.
Corridor Three is the Photographs Corridor. The Performer is armed with Polaroid Camera, and a Dymo Sticky Label maker. Each hour the performer takes a Polaroid of their environment, and then, still blindfold, they print out a label for it, letter by letter. They hang the labelled picture in front of one of the spy-holes at the end of the corridor.
It is noon on Friday the 23 January 1998. Rachael, Heather and Jamie are in their corridors. Our friend, photographer Helen Sharma, is in the space armed with a digital stills camera. Every hour we will upload three photographs of the installation onto the Internet. The soundtrack, by Sheffield composer John Avery, begins, combining ambient music with sounds of the outside world: church bells, a police siren, wind and rain, a Tibetan monk singing...
We open the doors to the small audience that is waiting. The corridors glow with security light as the performers go about their tasks. For the next three, ten-hour, days, I watch the audience as much as the performers.
The performers get bored, pissed off, a little hysterical, tearful, desperate for a fag, lonely. On the first day, over the ten hours, two of them use the secret escape password: Is there anybody there? to be let out to go to the toilet. On the second day we prescribe a ten-minute break, five hours in. On the last day Heather and Rachael stay inside all day, but Jamie has to be let out three times.
The audience come and go. They begin touching the performers through the plastic, stroking their heads, playing follow-my-lead games. Unnervingly, quite a few people get into power games with the blindfolded, imprisoned performers: trying to beat them in the hand chasing games, pushing against them through the plastic in some sort of show of strength. The performers, it seems to me, are often treated more like animals than people.
Some people do talk to them, ask them both banal and fundamental questions about the work, or about life. They play music to the performers, through personal stereo headphones. Some of them find cannot leave. Many of them come back, later that day, or the next. One man goes home, downloads a photo from the Internet, and writes us a poem underneath it, prints it out and brings it in for us the next day.
The blindfold drawings of rooms are quite beautiful and the audience co-operate to view this corridor, the person with headphones relaying what is being described to other people watching the drawing ten feet away. But it becomes apparent that this is the hardest corridor to occupy: the pressure is to talk constantly; describing rooms they lived in as children, the performers stumble across memories that are perhaps better dealt with in a less public arena. This corridor has the most tears.
Each day the audience thins out between 7 and 8 pm, and the performers go off duty, coming to rest in their corridors like giant stick insects, bored and hungry. As the end of the day nears, the audience picks up again, people who came at lunchtime, and then after work, come in as part of their night out.
They want to see the performers get released, to see what state they are in, but we don't let them. We close the doors to the public each night, before opening up the corridors at 10pm and letting the performers out.
We build three corridors. They are 30' long and 4' wide. The walls are made of translucent plastic, the ends covered by solid wooden board, the sort you get on building sites.
In each corridor we place a performer. We blindfold them and leave them inside for ten hours a day, for three days. As they move about the corridors, they trigger overhead security lights, like you get outside a house, next to the garage.
We can see the performers through the walls of the corridors: when they are close to the plastic we can see them quite clearly. As they move away, they become out of focus. It's sort of like the frosted glass in a bathroom window.
In the doors at each end of each corridor, set at different heights, are three fish-eye security viewers, sort of like the ones you get in front doors in high-rise flats. Looking through these you can see the performers live, the perspective accentuated by the black and white checked lino on the floor, like in a kitchen.
Corridor One is the Heartbeat Corridor. The performer wears headphones, listening to the sound of their own heartbeat, measuring time. Every hour they put a notch into the leg of their wooden chair with a Stanley knife. Outside the corridor, next to the spy-holes, hangs a set of headphones, allowing the audience to listen to the performer's heartbeat with them.
Corridor Two is the Rooms Corridor. At each end there are headphones, through which we can listen to the performer, who is speaking very quietly into a microphone taped to their face. This is an audio close up to contrast with the wide shot presented by fisheye lenses in the spy-holes. The performer's job is to describe, in as much detail as they can, every room that they have ever lived in, and then to invent their ideal bedroom, bathroom or kitchen. As they describe these rooms, they draw them in marker pen onto the walls of the corridor.
Corridor Three is the Photographs Corridor. The Performer is armed with Polaroid Camera, and a Dymo Sticky Label maker. Each hour the performer takes a Polaroid of their environment, and then, still blindfold, they print out a label for it, letter by letter. They hang the labelled picture in front of one of the spy-holes at the end of the corridor.
It is noon on Friday the 23 January 1998. Rachael, Heather and Jamie are in their corridors. Our friend, photographer Helen Sharma, is in the space armed with a digital stills camera. Every hour we will upload three photographs of the installation onto the Internet. The soundtrack, by Sheffield composer John Avery, begins, combining ambient music with sounds of the outside world: church bells, a police siren, wind and rain, a Tibetan monk singing...
We open the doors to the small audience that is waiting. The corridors glow with security light as the performers go about their tasks. For the next three, ten-hour, days, I watch the audience as much as the performers.
The performers get bored, pissed off, a little hysterical, tearful, desperate for a fag, lonely. On the first day, over the ten hours, two of them use the secret escape password: Is there anybody there? to be let out to go to the toilet. On the second day we prescribe a ten-minute break, five hours in. On the last day Heather and Rachael stay inside all day, but Jamie has to be let out three times.
The audience come and go. They begin touching the performers through the plastic, stroking their heads, playing follow-my-lead games. Unnervingly, quite a few people get into power games with the blindfolded, imprisoned performers: trying to beat them in the hand chasing games, pushing against them through the plastic in some sort of show of strength. The performers, it seems to me, are often treated more like animals than people.
Some people do talk to them, ask them both banal and fundamental questions about the work, or about life. They play music to the performers, through personal stereo headphones. Some of them find cannot leave. Many of them come back, later that day, or the next. One man goes home, downloads a photo from the Internet, and writes us a poem underneath it, prints it out and brings it in for us the next day.
The blindfold drawings of rooms are quite beautiful and the audience co-operate to view this corridor, the person with headphones relaying what is being described to other people watching the drawing ten feet away. But it becomes apparent that this is the hardest corridor to occupy: the pressure is to talk constantly; describing rooms they lived in as children, the performers stumble across memories that are perhaps better dealt with in a less public arena. This corridor has the most tears.
Each day the audience thins out between 7 and 8 pm, and the performers go off duty, coming to rest in their corridors like giant stick insects, bored and hungry. As the end of the day nears, the audience picks up again, people who came at lunchtime, and then after work, come in as part of their night out.
They want to see the performers get released, to see what state they are in, but we don't let them. We close the doors to the public each night, before opening up the corridors at 10pm and letting the performers out.
Third Angel presents Senseless
Devised, Designed and Performed by Heather Burton, Jamie
Iddon, Alexander Kelly and Rachael Walton
Photography by Kate Boddington, Robert Hardy and Helen Sharma
Directed by Alexander Kelly and Rachael Walton
Photography by Kate Boddington, Robert Hardy and Helen Sharma
Directed by Alexander Kelly and Rachael Walton
Documentation by Christopher Hall & Alexander Kelly
Special thanks to Bridget Mazzey
Commissioned by Arnolfini Live and the Mappin Art Gallery. Funded by Yorkshire & Humberside Arts and Sheffield City Council. Supported by Gremlin Interactive, DED Associates, the northern media school, SYM and SIF.
Commissioned by Arnolfini Live and the Mappin Art Gallery. Funded by Yorkshire & Humberside Arts and Sheffield City Council. Supported by Gremlin Interactive, DED Associates, the northern media school, SYM and SIF.
Sunday, 29 December 2013
Monthly Film: AN ACQUIRED TASTE
The Dog and Partridge, Sheffield. December 2003.
"I've heard - and it's probably an urban myth - that the best way of acquiring a taste for Guinness, is to drink three pints of it as fast as you possibly can."
A real task, performed for the first time. In a pub, with friends. Somewhere in between documentary and documentation of live performance, An Acquired Taste is a touching film about what we carry with us from our childhood to our adulthood. About family. And about drinking.
An Acquired Taste (2003)
A film by Christopher Hall & Alexander Kelly
Photography by Robert Hardy & Hilary Foster
Sound by David Mitchell & Jacqui Bellamy
Funded by Arts Council England, Yorkshire and supported by Site Gallery, Sheffield.
A film by Christopher Hall & Alexander Kelly
Photography by Robert Hardy & Hilary Foster
Sound by David Mitchell & Jacqui Bellamy
Funded by Arts Council England, Yorkshire and supported by Site Gallery, Sheffield.
Programme Notes
ALEX: The idea to do this – the drinking-three-pints-to-acquire-the-taste-for-Guinness
idea – originally came up as something to do in a show. I can’t remember what
process it came up in for the very first time, but I think the fact that it
only made sense to do it once – it only makes sense the “first time” – meant we
didn’t pursue it for that project. It felt too stand-alone.
It came in to my mind again in 1999, when I was part of the
Legacy Project at Arnolfini and Prema (a brilliant experience with 6 other
artists, about which there is more to be written at some point), which was
planned to conclude with a one-off, unrepeatable performance. So an action that
could “only be performed once” seemed appropriate, and I remember talking to Ju Row Far about it. But that project went off on its own direction, and the three
pints idea didn’t fit.
After that I remember thinking that as the action was only
significant when performed for the first time, then I should probably perform
it for camera. In 2002, Chris and I had recorded me reading a set of postcardsthat my dad had sent me from America when I was a kid, and I thought that a
similar set up would work for the Guinness drinking: a bare space, me and the
pints, and then, using a workshop/devising task format we find useful, perform the task
then immediately talk about the experience - reflect out loud without planning what to say.
I talked to Chris about it and he immediately said yes, we
should do it, but that we should do it in a pub and invite friends, and most
importantly, get my dad along. It was this instinct of Chris’ that makes this into
a film, for me, rather than documentation of a performance event, or live art
for camera – though it obviously contains those things.
We went to one of the two (I think) real Irish pubs in
Sheffield, the Dog & Partridge, one Sunday lunchtime.
CHRIS: Alex
asked me to write about An Acquired Taste for the blog. I like reading about
films, I like watching and talking about them and I really like making them.
The fact that I’ve written two articles in over twenty years of making them is
an indication that I’m not so keen on writing about them. As with Pills, we’ve
spoken a fair bit over the last decade about the how and why, so as with the
Pills blog entry I thought I’d share some stuff that you may not have heard or
read before today.
We shot a
full technical rehearsal the day before, on location, without extras using
blackcurrant cordial instead of Guinness. I’ve never viewed the tapes, but
they’re labeled and stored in the archive right next to the actual tapes that
were used in the final film.
ALEX: This
is news to me. Was I there?
CHRIS: A
sixth camera was used on the day of the shoot but went into auto-shut down mode
just before we started, we turned it on again but forgot to check focus. The
footage was unusable.
As soon as
Alex said “I’ll share it with you, Dad” I knew I had my last line. I tried
various endings out during the editing, but always this was the ending with
resonance and truth.
There are a
couple of trims throughout the film which mean that the main task of drinking
the Guinness doesn’t happen in real time.
ALEX: This
is also news to me! We set about filming without knowing how long it would take
me to do. There used to be a pub in Sheffield with an Eight Pint Club (or
something like that), and their best times were up on the wall in the bar. They
were all under an hour, most of them under 20 minutes. The fastest something
like 4 minutes. I knew I wouldn’t be anywhere near that league, and in fact it was possible that I would hate the taste so much it would take me over an hour. If that was the case, the plan was to
exhibit it as a multi-screen gallery piece, rather than short film. (Respect to Arts Council Yorkshire, and particularly Adrian Friedli,
for investing in that risk with us).
CHRIS: Like
all of the split-screen work that I do I’m always striving to do something
better than Scorsese’s work in the Elvis On Tour film.
ALEX: And
that’s the second thing, of course, that makes it the film it is.
CHRIS: The
sound that you hear of Alex drinking was made during the final sound mix
session in a mixing room in London. It’s the sound of a sound assistant
drinking a pint of water.
ALEX:
Cheating. And the fruit machine is dubbed on, too, isn’t it?
CHRIS: The
moment of silence whilst Alex is drinking the final few gulps is there as one
of the audience / friends / supporters gave a loud and disproportionately
rousing ‘YESS!’, as Alex finished drinking, unbalancing the tone of the climax.
ALEX:
Again, cheating. Or rather, shifting the balance of what the film is about.
Although the film is clearly, on one level, about (the act of) drinking, to us
it was about more than that. We showed a rough cut to our friend Deborah
Chadbourn, who over the years has given us some brilliant advice. She said what
she liked about it, as a parent, was watching my dad watch me take the
challenge. “Just watching to see how your doing.” When Deborah said that, I
knew it had worked, that the task had allowed us to make a film about something
bigger.
CHRIS: I
hope you enjoy it.
ALEX: Me
too. And a final note. One of the things I love about this project, is that as well as the friends who joined us for a drink, the whole
core team were long term collaborators who had worked with us on our first two
projects (the 72 hour multi media performance Testcard, and the short film With
The Light On, in 1995 and 1996): Chris making and editing, David Mitchell and
Jacqui Bellamy on sound, Robert Hardy and Hilary Foster on camera.
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