Over the summer of 2010/11, as I was putting The Last Prom together and struggling to build my PT business, my friend Dave Finnegan was put in a sticky situation. Dave (pictured below dancing next to me), a writer and impresario whose experience and reputation far outstrips his still-tender years, had been approached by the Canberra Centenary and asked to fill the fringe-arts-festival sized gap in their program.
They have him 3 months, a pittance of funding and a High Concept: each event of the festival would be staged in vacant or repurposed shopfronts and public spaces in the Canberra CBD. Under the pump in all but the most literal sense, Dave went to his known contacts first. This is where I got lucky.
Ever the opportunist, within one conversation I had up-sold my fledgling pop group into a live-concept-album-themed-costume-party-band-night. For some reason Dave placed his trust in me, and The Last Prom became the opening night event for the Inaugural You Are Here Festival in 2011.
It took place in a big stone room that was a Dick Smith's and is now a MacDonalds. For the ten days of the festival Dave and his team of 14 or so festival co-ordinators/artists took this space over as our festival hub. I was one of them, acting as a runner or artist supervisor and producing another two or three small events (like the wrestlers and circus performers tuitional jam pictured below). One or two of my bands snuck onto the other live music bills, and a lot of my friends in the Canberra arts scene were involved in one way or the other.
It was, for me, an unprecedented experience. For someone who spent their whole time scrabbling around in the arts with a small immediate circle of collaborators, to suddenly be part of a larger machinery of super-skilled and super-positive artists with a little bit of money and marketing behind us was a quantum leap. Attendance for the festival blew expectations out of the water, and I was left emboldened to push my art farther than ever before.
Stay tuned next week as the saga propels us into 2012!
Heartbroken Assassin is part of the multimedia blitz that is You Are Here. Without divulging too much, it’s a webisode series – part musical, part blood splattered action flick – that takes place over the course of the festival, using its performers as actors, and its events as plot points and backdrops. Because we’re fond of a challenge, we’ll be releasing an episode a day – it’s like a 24 hour film challenge… TIMES TEN.
Recognising how long filming, editing and uploading will take each day, we’re doing what we can ahead of time. Yesterday, my recording studio/spare bedroom became a revolving door – actors and singers, trumpeters and drum programmers. Often they were the same people – Nick’s co-songwriter for the project is also our fight coordinator (our friends have many talents). We spent six hours hammering down the musical bedding. The episodes are short, thus so are the songs, and we knocked over 80% of what we need. It’s purposefully raw (a counterbalance to the music’s melodrama) but I’ll still spend a fair bit of time mixing and adding instrumental embellishments.
We also filmed a scene that doesn’t take place at a festival event. That leaves two more we can film in advance and then it’s All. Systems. Go.
It’s the most ambitious thing Nick or I have shot, and aside from the The Last Prom promos, our first filmed narrative work. Yippie kay yay.
Lou and I have settled on the name for our production company.
It’s a nod to artist/writer/personal hero Brendan McCarthy, whose 1980s series Strange Days brandished a faux-Comics Code Authority badge that read ‘Approved By The Spider Of Warning’. McCarthy is a genius and it will be nice to be reminded of his passion and imagination in everything we do.
As a production company name it’s more Bad Robot than Universal Studios, but I’m happy about that. Picking a name is harder than it appears – every interesting word or filmmaking term seems to have already had ‘films’ or ‘studios’ or ‘pictures’ slapped on its end. I thought of a dozen that Google uncovered were already in use. Originally I was keen on Handsome Films after my Cool Weapon alter ego, but that was snapped up recently.
I’m glad we didn’t settle on that – SPIDER OF WARNING is a brilliant name, playful and strange. Now we have to live up to it.
You Are Here’s writer-in-residence Andrew Galan interviewed El Lukio a couple of weeks ago – it’s now up on their site.
The interview was uber-fun – I had prepared some answers to possible questions (Why do I cook? How do I feel about other cooking shows?) but as you’ll read, Andrew had his own ideas. It was exhilarating keeping character at whatever he threw at me, all while wearing the mask in a very public place (like the Fyshwick Markets, no one cared – I’m starting to think there’s something beautifully wrong with Canberra).
I quickly discovered that the best answers came from taking Andrew’s questions completely seriously. Will post Part 2 when it shows up.
I’ve been kicking around a comic idea for a few months. Over the weekend, I took it off the backburner and spent a few hours brainstorming. Conceptually, it’s in league with Desolation Jones – highly skilled but neurotic operatives going on bizarre and exciting missions. The story-world is taking shape, along with ideas for the first three arcs. I’m still developing the characters – right now, they have more characterisation than character.*
(The hardest part now is knowing when the thinking should stop and the writing start. You can overthink yourself out of writing anything. And there’s a lot of stuff I won’t figure out until I begin writing. So I guess I should quit thinking before it stops me writing).
My main questions at the moment are around character motivation. What motivates my protagonist? The more I think about it, the deeper down the rabbit hole I go.
I watched Elles on the weekend. Juliette Binoche plays a magazine journalist (think Vogue, not Time), who interviews two college students working as prostitutes. It does a shockingly effective job of glamourising the trade – the two girls, both gorgeous and intelligent, and of their own free will, make small fortunes sleeping with refined, attractive (albeit older) men. There’s no mention of the dark side – drugs, slavery, any seediness is whitewashed – these girls don’t have pimps, or ugly clients. It’s even intimated that one is considering leaving her boyfriend for a john who is her age, looks like a male model, and has an apartment eye to eye with the Eiffel Tower restaurant. Probably not representative of most sex workers’ experience then…
… but it made me think about character motivation. Binoche’s journo asked dozens of questions, soliciting plenty of salacious details. Yet for all her questions, she never really asked why they did it. They paid lip-service to the idea Paris is an expensive place to live, but hundreds of thousands of poor people find other ways to support themselves. And that’s what I find the most fascinating – where is that line for people, and how does it become fixed where it is?
It’s a moral question, more than anything else. What won’t we do? A question that gets at what it is to be human. Beyond the hard-wired basics of survival, what motivates us to do anything? To literally do anything at all, let alone anything noble?
The earliest superhero comics dealt with it quickly and firmly – some instigating incident, then a vow – or just an acknowledgement that all that’s necessary for evil to triumph is good men to do nothing. Case closed, never to be mentioned again. Recent comics never stop questioning it – everyone from Superman down is analysing their motivations, having crises of faith and dark nights of the soul.
Increasingly, audiences expect motivations to be more substance than style – James Bond had a good forty years with motivation flimsy as a video game avatar before Casino Royale.
So what makes somebody want to do something dangerous with their life? And more interestingly – what is stopping the rest of us?
Millions of people work jobs they don’t love – security is a strong motivator. And as we age, and have more to lose, our world – our mortgage, our children – makes that security more valuable to us.
For some people, this isn’t enough**. There remains a hole in their life – how they choose to fill that hole is pretty much where any character worth writing begins.
I’ve got some more thinking to do, but just writing this out has helped me tremendously.
* Characterisation is fun, because it’s easy (“should they wear emerald loafers, or midnight blue? Oooh, what about combat boots?!”). Character, what makes someone tick, is considerably harder but far more rewarding.
** For some, it is enough, but it gets taken from them.
Over the last couple of nights, I’ve had to re-create my Sunshine Sally edit, at a higher resolution. All up, it’s taken about five hours (not including a couple of hours spent trying to figure out a workaround). A little frustrating, but there was a silver lining. When most of your musical pieces last between 30 seconds and a minute, a standard song can feel like a lifetime. I got to go back and tweak two of the longer scenes, cutting a minute’s worth of footage. It makes a huge difference to the film’s momentum, and will spare the band some needless repetition.
Rehearsals are going brilliantly – we’ve now covered over half the movie. The first half has a lot more turnarounds, so getting across the final half will be even quicker. From there, it’s a matter of playing it over and over and developing some muscle memories.
One month to go!
I’m fairly active on social networks, but it took ’til today to hear about the Harlem Shake. If it wasn’t for Baauer “cock-blocking” Azealia Banks, I’d still be in the dark. After getting up to speed this morning, I filmed my own this afternoon.
Seeing as I’m dancing alone, it’s not strictly canon. Consider it a primer – I hope to film a group version at You Are Here. More details on that event shortly.