NZIFF ’12

For as long as I can remember being a cinephile, June/July is a time of excitement and discovery and anticipation as the New Zealand International Film Festival hits town.

Multiple copies of the brochure are hoarded (1 x library, 1 x lending, 1 x booking), and one of them becomes dog-eared with innumerable passes as various selections are made (1 x if I was rich, 1 x if I am poor, 1 x if I had the time, etc). The first pass is usually where several hundred notional dollars is spent as real-world rules are abandoned. The final pass is reached after considerable pain, and eventual, reluctant, acceptance of the world that I live in.

This year, I did my first pass and… I didn’t dog-ear anything. This is a first. The Boy has made his choice – having bored and traumatised him at the last couple of fests, I thought it only fair that he have some say this year. Even The Goddess has had some difficulty finding something to discover/anticipate/get-excited-about.

Is it me? I hope not.

Time, maybe, to consult with Someone Who Knows.

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In for the Money

INT./EXT. FORTRESS MAMEA – VARIOUS

ON A MACBOOK SCREEN where the following exchanges are by email (we’ll leave it to the Director to worry about how the hell to do it).

TITLE: “One week after a job well done”

WRITER

(email)

Well that was fun! When do we find out if it made any money?

EXECUTIVE

(email)

That was fun, wasn’t it? Still working through things. Get back to you in a few days.

TITLE: “Two weeks after a job well done”

WRITER

(email)

Hey, just wondering how those negotiations are going.

EXECUTIVE

(email)

We’re just querying a couple of things with the distributor. Get back to you later in the week.

TITLE: “Four weeks after a job well done”

WRITER

(email)

Hard to believe it’s been four weeks already! Any news on your negotiations?

EXECUTIVE

(email)

I know! A month. Wow. We’re just finalising settlement – looks like we’ve got [REDACTED] dollars to work with.

WRITER

(email)

That’s great! What’s my share?

No response.

WRITER

(email)

Hello?

No response.

WRITER

(email)

Hello?

THE END.

Note: Closure in drama is, in my humble opinion, overrated ;)

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In for a Pound

INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE – DAY

Our WRITER sits across from an EXECUTIVE.

EXECUTIVE

Thank you for the contract.

WRITER

You’re welcome.

EXECUTIVE

I realise now that what I sent through wasn’t close to what we discussed –

Our Writer shrugs – there’s a flash of De Niro in his execution.

EXECUTIVE

– but I’m glad we’re both on the same page now.

WRITER

I’m glad, too.

EXECUTIVE

Especially since our last conversation – we’re just going to have to agree to disagree on how you came on board this project. You’re entitled to your opinion. I get that.

The Writer opens his mouth. Then shuts it.

EXECUTIVE

Right then. Onto this.

(holds up CONTRACT)

Just a couple of things. Clause 2.1 – I’d just like to give that a tiny tweak –

WRITER

What kind of tweak?

EXECUTIVE

Well – my colleague was a bit uncomfortable about its implications –

WRITER

It’s a straightforward clarification of –

EXECUTIVE

Yes, yes and -, well, my colleague – we discussed it at length and I think I’m gonna have to agree with him – my colleague and I would like to remove that clause.

Our Writer is very still. So still we need to look over his shoulder to see some waving palm trees in the distance to know that we haven’t freeze-framed or anything. Meanwhile --

EXECUTIVE

(off contract)

And then there are clauses 7.3 and 9.1 to 9.5 –

WRITER

You want to ‘tweak’ those as well?

The Executive nods and smiles and turns a page of the contract.

Our Writer takes a leap:

WRITER

You want to remove those as well?

The Executive almost claps with delight:

EXECUTIVE

Exactly.

WRITER

You’ve had that contract for a while now, you told me on the phone a week ago that you’re good to go with it, that you just had some minor – “teeny tiny” I believe you said – some minor changes to the contract, and those tweaks involve the removal of standard clauses?

The Executive cocks his head:

EXECUTIVE

... Is that a trick question?

Our Writer takes another leap:

WRITER

If – if – I were to agree to those changes, would you sign the contract –

EXECUTIVE

I’d love to sign the contract –

WRITER

But?

EXECUTIVE

Well... without my colleague – he’s in Mozambique at the moment – without him it just wouldn’t be right if he wasn’t here to sign it as well –

WRITER

So you’re not even going to sign the contract –

EXECUTIVE

I didn’t say that – I mean, come on: what’s another week? You’re working in good faith already, aren’t you? We believe in you. My colleague, he might have had some concerns, but I’ve alway backed you to the hilt and I’ve made that crystal clear to him every time you come up in conversation.

WRITER

If you don’t sign this contract, I’m walking.

EXECUTIVE

(does a silent ‘WHOA!’)

Is that any way to talk to a friend? What’s one week? What’s a few teeny, tiny changes to this contract that you’ve -, you’ve foisted on us?

WRITER

‘Foi-‘?

(takes a breath)

You sent me an email saying, ‘We don’t have a boilerplate contract – please send through one of yours’. Which I did. At my own cost.

EXECUTIVE

And thank you for that. It’s just... I’m not comfortable signing it right now.

Our Writer gets to his feet and leaves the office.

TO BE CONCLUDED.

Note: … Ah: a Hollywood ending.

What really happened was: I girded my loins and stayed and negotiated. No clause removals were necessary. I got it signed. The whole process took a number of hours even though I’d only scheduled a quarter hour.

I had a contract.

I did the job.

And as it shrinks into the distance behind me, I lustily sing as I type this, and try to learn something from the experience.

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In for a Penny

INT. KEEP, FORTRESS MAMEA – DAY

Our WRITER takes a PHONE CALL:

VOICE

(V.O.; filter)

Hey ol’ buddy, ol’ pal, ol’ friend!

WRITER

(into phone)

Who is this?

VOICE

(V.O.; filter)

Don’t be like that! I’m in a jam, matey.

WRITER

(into phone)

Yeah?

VOICE

(V.O.; filter)

I’m in the middle of pre-production and one of our creatives has dropped out and I was sorta wondering/hoping/praying that you could do me a solid.

Our writer looks up at his WALL PLANNER. It’s very colourful.

WRITER

(into phone)

Uhm –

VOICE

(V.O.; filter)

Puh-leeease? For me? For your fellow man? For your country?

WRITER

(into phone)

Sure.

CUT TO:

INT. KEEP, FORTRESS MAMEA – DAY

TITLE: “One Week Later”.

Our Writer is noodling through the New Zealand Herald website, talking on his HEADSET, when he pauses:

WRITER

(into headset)

Excuse me?

VOICE

(V.O.; filter)

– what?

WRITER

(into headset)

You said something just then –

VOICE

(V.O.; filter)

What -, oh yeah, I was just saying that since we gave you this opportunity –

WRITER

(into headset)

You gave me this opportunity?

VOICE

(V.O.; filter)

There something wrong with this line?

WRITER

(into headset)

Are you saying you’re doing me a favour?

VOICE

(V.O.; filter)

That’s what I’m saying, buddy – don’t get me wrong, it’s okay, together we’ll make something of this.

Our Writer looks up at his wall planner, our earlier colour scheme a little interrupted by a short, brutal injection of black.

VOICE

(cont’d; V.O.; filter)

Now as I was saying,...

PULL BACK as our Writer sits back in his seat, a rueful smile forming, the noise from his headset fading.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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dfmamea.com: Year Six

Well, goodness gracious.

After all the excitement here and there, this site’s sixth anniversary seems to have popped up out of freaking NOWHERE.

But not really.

You know what I mean.

‘Re still here.

Still writing.

Roll on the next twelve months then.

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Hello world!

Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!

I am such a hoarder.

I’m offline for upwards of a week, I have to do a fresh install of WordPress, there’s software shit all over the goddamned site – but such is my relief at seeing Hello world! that I do a deep-buried sigh and decide to keep the damned thing.

It’s nice to be back.

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Housekeeping

Thanks to Family Guy, the word ‘housekeeping’ now conjures the voice and image of Consuela in my head. Thanks, Mr McFarlane.

This blog has been hacked a few times lately which has meant a steep learning curve in security, safety and some other ‘s’ word to do with ‘peace of mind’. It’s been frustrating but I suppose it’s a fact of twenty-first century life.

Anyway, this is to apologise to youse all for the outages, the foreign languages (sometimes with rather trippy music), and the what-have-you you may have experienced here at Indelible Freckles.

I’m working on it.

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GOODBYE MY FELENI: The Day After

The Goddess read the following aloud to me this morning:

Andre had recently written a superb drama in verse, in five acts of four scenes each, beginning with a chariot fight and ending with a procession of elephants, which he was most anxious to see upon the London stage….  The difficulty was to know how to get it there.

– Make-Believe (1949), Elizabeth Goudge.

Andre, bro – I feel you.

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