A film that appears to have been made by a 15 year old boy, with his daddy’s VHS camera.
On Friday afternoon, I got a call to tell me I’d won 50 EXTRAS
to remake a movie scene
with my PHONE
on monday morning
I had 15 MINUTES to decide what movie to do and where to do it.
It’s for the NokiaMinimo.com mobile filmmaking competition which ends this week. Please click here to vote for me on their site, and watch the movies that other people have been remaking. (Voting is easy and doesn’t require registration.)
Shingles (tagline: This Time It’s War) is the sequel to the popular virus Chicken Pox. It turns out that after you thought you’d defeated the Chicken Pox in childhood, your body failed to blow it out the airlock. It crept into the ganglion of your spine, where it stayed, hiding, waiting, until (woken by an unknown force) it bursts back out of your skin and clamps down on your head and bleeds acid all over your face, eyes and nerves.
It looks bad, feels a lot worse, and can cause blindness. RA. (It hurts too much to RA louder than that). I’ve had two eye check-ups (including one from an eye doctor who feigned horror when he saw me and jumped back going “AAAHHH!”), and I think I’m clear on that front – but even without the cornea damage, the pain is bad enough.
The strangest effect has been on my brain. It’s attacking the nerves on the right side of my face and eye – which is controlled by the left side of my brain – and that’s how I feel: like my rational brain is in lock-down.
At its height, at the end of last week, I could answer basic Yes and No questions, but anything more taxing sent me into a panic. I couldn’t process simple tasks, or retain any information – even before they gave me drugs.
Anyway, the real reason for my post is not to whine about my bad luck. I’m now half Canadian, so my British whining is starting to be tempered by irritatingly cheery optimism. Read more
I know, I know – it’s all just a hideous, self-congratulatory, intellectually bankrupt fashion show. But I love it.
Today started off as a bad day, then the nominations cheered me up. And then technology brought me back down again. I tried three times to record a video to go with this, but my phone failed every time, so I’m just going with text.
Every year, my friend Lize and I swap Oscar predictions. This year, I thought I’d publish mine.