Arrive on set at 10am. Strangely my arms feel fine this morning. Not for long. The press ups are easy at first. It goes like this. 30 press ups. BREAK. 20 press ups. BREAK. 10 press ups. BREAK. 2 press ups. COLLAPSE.
I forgot to mention, but yesterday a band of little kids smashed the windows of one of the production cars. The area is well dodgy. No one seems to live here anymore. Anyone you see is over the age of 70 or under the age of 15. Bizarre.
All during the video shoot the ground has to be kept wet due to the threat of rain. Yesterday it was garden hose. Today they have a 'FIRE HOSE'. I always wanted to hold a fire hose when I was a wee boy so this was amazing. Everyone should have a shot of the 'FIRE HOSE'.
More scenes of more press ups. Watching the rushes back I look like my head is about to burst.
Later we go over to the park to record voice overdubs because there was alot of background noise on the soundtrack. I ended up doing mine at midnight in a quiet, lonely park across the road with the soundman, Howie and a security guard.
Picture the scene from the point of view of a man out walking his Yorkie.
There's me lying prostrate over a park bench ( this made me sound more like I was in some sort of press up agony) wearing earphones saying "... I need a bed pan... uh...oh...ah...", next to a guy also wearing headphones saying, "...good one...yeah, yeah...nice one..." in front of a big guy in a black puffa, arms folded, looking very cagey indeed.
The man walking his dog will carry this image to his grave.
The kids calmed down today.
Before the park affair I was smeared with butter and licked by a boxer, had a football bounced off my head and was gawped at by a group of people.
The final scene was shot after midnight. There was a woman who is from the 'film police', there to make sure we keep the noise down. We are making alot of noise.
There are three thug characters that chase a young man into a doorway. Two cameras film the action. One at the side of the doorway and on on a long dolly track.
A dolly track is what a dolly goes on and looks like a wee train track, and a dolly is like a solid cart with wheels that the camera is attached to.
Even though we are not recording sound there is alot of swearing from the yobs ( hardmen) and squeals from the victim and overall, quite a lot of noise. The film policewoman was twitching. She was gonna close down the shoot until, from a window in the tower block, loud music began playing. It was sooo loud. This was about 1am. Surreal moment.
1am on a housing estate in deepest, darkest Hackney, a guy getting repeatedly chased by really scary looking blokes who turn dead nice when the director calls "CUT" and in quiet moments 'The Buena Vista Social Club' blasting from a tower block window. Some ropey dancing was
had by all.
Check out 'The Buena Vista Social Clubs' music. Wim Wenders has just made a movie
about them.
He directed 'Paris Texas' which is where the name 'Travis' comes from.
Interestingly enough 'Paris Texas' was at number 1 in the British film charts I think 13 or 14 years ago this month.
"THAT'S A WRAP" was called at 1.30am, Richard gave me my last rubdown and that was that.
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