I haven’t written here for an age but saw this and thought it was worth sharing.
This was posted today on Mandy.com.
Type: Film (LB)
Salary: No Pay £100
Duration: ASAP shooting in July
We are looking for a writer for a feature film being shot in July. The team have put together an outline and character breakdown so we are looking for a talented writer with strong structure skills to join the team.
The story is about a Sri Lankan rickshaw driver who drives a stripper home, shot in real time. Knowledge of globalisation is a plus.
The team is made of industry professionals collaborating to take the feature to festivals. We have very strong industry links and have a production company so everything can be done in house. This is a no budget production, no one will be getting paid but the writer will receive a back end percentage on the film and £100 as we know it is a big job.
We are open to all levels of writers but would like to see some sample scripts, have a reference (film school is fine) and meet you in person before confirming.
We would like to have a first draft by 1st June and final draft by 15th July.
Not entirely sure what to make of this. Would be interested to see what the rest of the world thinks of phrases like “the writer will receive a back end percentage on the film and £100 as we know it is a big job.”
On Sunday last I was taken to see 575 Wandsworth Road former home of Khadambi Asalache. The exterior of the property is unassuming. I have passed it uncountable times on my travels without even noticing the National Trust sign hung outside. Inside it is a different story. For a period of twenty years from 1986 through until his death in 2006, the Kenyan born poet, novelist, philosopher of mathematics and British civil servant decorated every room in the house with hand cut fretwork. The endeavour had a relatively unassuming Genesis. In an attempt to disguise persistent damp in the basement dining room he fixed pine floorboards he found in a skip to the wall. He went on to embellish this and every room in the house with fretwork patterns hand carved from more reclaimed wood. The place is astonishing and like nothing I have seen before. It is not only a reflection of Mr Asalache’s own Kenyan heritage but also his extensive travels. The walls and cielings are covered with rough hewn fretwork patterns. Interspersed within these crude lines, shapes and motifs are equally nieve murals. To describe his style as crude or nieve is in no way meant to detract from the level of creative sophistication on show. It is simply meant to discribe the rustic quality of the work. You can see the saw marks in the wood. Where misaligned junctions and unevenness are celebrated a contemporary interior might reject as faulty. It is an example of someone customising their living space with such idiosyncratic vigour that is hard for most of us to comprehend. I recommend you take the time to pay the house a visit.
For one reason or another I haven’t posted here for an embarrassingly long time. In my defence I have been working on an outline for Carrion. An outline that I managed to finish last week. I am now about to start a draft of the screenplay which means a protracted period of Jack Torrance like obsession. None of which has anything to do with why I decided to post today. Jeremy Corbyn. I, like many, was horrified by the recent election result which brought another Conservative government to power. The day after the election someone asked me if I was disappointed. National Health Service gone. Affordable housing gone. Welfare gone. As far as I can tell austerity is an excuse to dismantle the welfare state and I can’t believe people voted for the worst version of it. Too right I was disappointed. The person who asked the question replied to my predictions with the ever-so slightly patronising “we’ll see”. This from someone who has never really had it tough. I don’t mean “can’t decide which holiday to go on” tough. I mean “can’t feed your kids” tough. How do I know they’ve never had it tough? I once overheard them, in a conversation about how hard it is to find somewhere to live in London, say “I just pick up the phone, tell them how much I earn and they give me what I want.” This is an outlook that thinks because others haven’t achieved success they’re some how weak or lazy. This attitude is all too common in this country. It’s a soulless attitude that takes no account of personal circumstances or the hardships most people go though just to survive. In short, it’s an egocentric view of the world at the core of a rampant self-interest that this nation was infected with by Thatcher. For me it’s an attitude implicit in the ever-so slightly patronising coverage of Jeremy Corbyn. I, like most people, had never heard of Jeremy Corbyn before the recent Labour leadership campaign. But I keep finding things that make me say “this guy is interesting.” He seems to be offering a genuine, straight talking, alternative to rampant self-interest at the core of the current social and political landscape; an attitude that puts the values and interests of the very few at the top of this vast pyramid scheme we call capitalism. This is just a small example of what I mean when I say “the ever-so slightly patronising coverage of Jeremy Corbyn.”