June 17th 2010
I'm not sure how often i'll get to write and I don't really want to give much away about the film, though this has been around for many many years, 15 in fact.
But nevertheless, I find myself in a small French town, in a studio with an enthusiastic crew. Ou studio a few hours ago looked very very different. But with a lot of ripping up carpets, hoovering, much rearranging and laying a gorgoeous black rubber floor, it is now resembling a studio. We've not brought the cameras in or the lights or the set tips, but the storboards are up, and the puppets arrived safely - though they had sagged somewhat from their journey. However given their reception, they perked up.
As for the town, well the arrival of a small group of strangers has provoked some interest. As I walked with Wendy our producer, on an almost frutiless quest for sandwiches (and it being thursday, apparently, did not help), she did attract the attention of a, shall we say, curious, colourful character. We moved swiftly on. At that juncture, sandwiches were a priority.
Not sure the town has many claims to fame, but Leonardo, the artist not the turtle, died in a chateau near by. Apparently there are reconstructions of inventions in the garden. I want to see a topiary helicopter!
Anyway, for day one in the Big Feather house, it was grubby but remarkably productive, and we've made a difference. We are all fired up.
Watch this space.