Tuesday 9 March 2010

Giuseppe Tornatore And Ennio Morricone - One Of The Best Collaborations In Film.

I saw 'La sconosciuta' (The Other Woman) for the first time today. It's written and directed by Giuseppe Tornatore and the music is composed by Ennio Morricone. Their previous collaborations, which include 'Cinema Paradiso', 'Malena' and 'The Star Maker' are amongst my favorite films (in fact, Cinema Paradiso is my favorite film). I don't think there is any better Director/Composer pairing than these two. Their styles compliment each others perfectly; and elevate good work to truly great.

Here is the final scene from 'The Other Woman' which I've just uploaded. I could give some back story; but it's nice as it is; the look on the character's faces and the music tell their own story. It's a subtle, simple scene - I love the music -- it's a great way to end the film.

For those of you in London, Ennio Morricone will be performing at the Royal Albert Hall on Saturday April the 10th. At 81 years old, it's hard to say how many more opportunities we'll get to see this master at work. I hope I see you there.. tickets can be bought here.

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Subtitles Paranoia.

The character on screen says..

J'ai le fla blah blah, le une blah blah, Yei Ablahblah, une ich tod flai nor kor ba ba ba ba da da une deux oui blah blah inz frechen la miel blando eli le flabtalia man yah che nee ka ka ka ka ka pordo me putos fla taliah na che condinia blah blah blah blah blah, blah. Blah, de fredo ba ba.

The subtitles say.

Yes, I will buy a whole Turkey.

And that's IT!

Is the lazy subtitler person laughing at me? Are they making things up? Am I getting half the story?

I am always convinced I am being cheated out of the full story! They can't be bothered!

It's like that scene in Lost In Translation!

Is that everything?
I mean, it seemed like he said
quite a bit more than that.

Like an old friend,
and into the camera.

Am I paranoid? Or are they laughing at me?

Subtitle Paranoia can really make a man go insane. I mean, look what happened to Billy Murray:

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Oscar Speeches From Years Gone By

Check out this wonderful post by Kate Gabrielle over at Silents And Talkies - some great video clips!

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Monday 8 March 2010

Actors Who Turn Up For The Razzie Awards.

I think it's great that Sandra Bullock turned up to accept her 'Worst Actress' award at the Razzies for 'All About Steve.' It's great when actors have a sense of humour about these things, and are able to admit that not all their films are masterpieces, and not all of their roles are deep, meaningful things which teach us all about life.

And here's Halle Berry accepting hers from a few years back, great stuff.

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Creative Fuel - Why I Desperately Need A Plane Ride.

So put me on a plane and fly me to anywhere,
Put me on a plane and fly me to anywhere,
Put me on a plane and fly me to anywhere with you,
With you

There are many writers who can fill a page with words easily, every single day. I know many writers (a few novelists and a few bloggers) who, literally, day after day, fill the page. The work is consistent.

I am not one of these people.

My creativity is like a fuel tank. It needs to be filled up with good experiences, bad experiences, spontaneity, confusion, heartache, all of those things and more. Right now, I can't write nothing. This is not good as I'd set aside the beginning of the week to work on a new screenplay. All of my tricks to inspire creativity and tools for side-stepping writers block are not going to do it.

It's not flowing. It's not an excuse, not a fear, not really anything, it's just not happening right now.

Screenwriting for me is normally two things-- one is getting crazy ideas and getting excited. The other is throwing dialogue down on the page and writing speedily. At this moment in time, neither of those things are happening. I'm even finding blogging difficult.

This brief exchange from 'The West Wing' explains it best.

I used to write like this. It was ten months ago. I don't understand what's going on. I really don't. I've had slumps before. Everybody does, but this is different.
I'm sorry, we don't know each other, but there aren't that many people I can talk to about it. I don't understand what's happening. There's no blood going to it. I never had to locate it before. I don't even know where to look. I'm the President's voice and I don't want it to sound like this.

Yeah. Can I tell you three things? You are more in need of a night in Atlantic City, than any man I've ever met. Number two is, the last thing you need to worry about is no blood going there. You've got blood going there, about thirteen ways. And some of it isn't good. Once again, I say, "Atlantic City," I'd say sit down at a table, go for dinner, see a show, take a walk on the boardwalk and smell the salt air... but if you're anything like me, nothing after "sit down at a table" is going to happen.

Every few months; I hit a rut. As much as the things I write about creativity and positivity are true, as big a part is that----------- I NEED TO GET OUT OF THE COUNTRY.

I need to travel. It's like a simple switch. Put me on a plane, send me to Bosnia, L.A, Spain, Japan, Iceland - ANYWHERE, it's like a switch--- BOOM, a plate of ideas and inspiration get handed to me.

Sure, I know, I know - truly successful people/people in control of their lives are meant to be able to access this place mentally and emotionally, without needing to travel. Not me, I need a plane ticket.

I need to experience real people, real places; I need to meet fascinating folk, I need to see weird looking trees, I need to smell the air in different countries, I need to get lost in strange unwelcoming towns, I need to meet pretty girls. A five minute moment with the right girl is enough to inspire fifty pages. But I gotta leave town, gotta leave the country for that. The ones round here inspire nothin'.

Right now, I'm struggling. Struggling to get my imagination going. Struggling, even - to write a blog post. This post has been a chore, but I wanted to write it because it's a part of who I am, part of my creativity, or lack thereof, so I wanted to represent it here -- it would be unfair for me to claim I'm some freakily-creative type who never stops. I stop, with a big thud - and nothing moves for days and weeks. And if I don't get on an airplane, it's gonna get ugly.

Problem is, I have commitments right now. I can't just be flying off. I have managed to figure out a five day gap at the end of the month; the plan is to find a flight with a spare seat and go somewhere, anywhere --- just for those five days. If I don't do that, I will probably go insane --

Also, tellingly, my need for creativity is definitely more important than my need for money. Right now, I am doing things which mean steadily getting some income; and they're somewhat creative -- but I burn, burn, burn for the energy, the fuel, the oxygen of creative juices -- I want to be writing the screenplay I am trying to start. I just need the fuel, and it's in the pretty face of an Italian girl who's waiting out there to reject me, or it's in the fist of some Bosnian man who's going to hit me with a right hook for trespassing, it's out there somewhere, in some experience I haven't had yet--- I just need to go and get it.

I need a phone call.
I need a plane ride.
I need a sunburn.
I need a raincoat.
-Counting Crows

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