‘Charlie’ a short film.

So here is the video for ‘Charlie’ that I was posting about yesterday.

‘Charlie’- A story of three lives interwoven through secrets and misunderstandings.

This was an assignment I had for college where we had to create digital postcard that took place in southbank. I just chose to add a narrative to it. The reason I love this so much is the fact that all the actors were playing roles completely opposite to who they are. Plus I’m always up for a lil controversy.

 At a later point I will be going back an expanding on the story so think of this as a teaser of what is to come.

I have to say for my first project it turned out pretty darn good.

What did you guys think of it?

A sneak peek at ‘Charlie’

Now anyone who know me personally should be aware that I’ve been up to my head in college work lately working on an assessment for my visual postcard. You might be wondering what this is? To sum it up in simple terms, a 4 minute visual piece accompanied with music.

Well being the typical creative person that I am I chose to create a narrative with a difference. The track I chose was “Time To Say Goodbye” a duet sung by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman. Now the plotline on the other hand was something quite different that focuses on three lives, a couple, a gay rent boy and how their lives are interwoven. It is a story of secret, lies, adultery, sexual identity and death. Quite operatic.

Filming this was quite an interesting experience considering I’m gay playing a straight guy cheating on his girlfriend and James who is actually straight played a gay rent boy. Words cannot describe how much I was amazed with my cast especially James who previously had no experience in acting and of whom was virtually thrown in the deep end playing a role that in itself was quite far from who he is as an actual person. Not an easy task but he pulled it of hands down!

The piece relies heavily on the power of suggestion especially the sex scene in the toilet. Overall it was a pretty interesting first project, that after its ups and down during production, I’ve decided at a later point to go back, change a little and re-shoot. I guess that is the joys of film making you can always go a re-shoot to capture the vision and tell the story you really want to.

Probably tomorrow sometime I’ll upload it to my youtube channel but in the mean time here are a few screen caps from the flick to give you a sneak peek.

Anzacs, broken noses, Luciana and just a plain trashy time!!!

It seems like everytime I update my personal blog it is mainly because I can’t sleep and I’m suffering a lil case of boredom. So what shall I write about tonight?

Well Anzac day took place this past weekend, and what did that mean? Well other then taking the moment to think about the Anzacs who lost their lives fighting for our freedom it was also an excuse for a long weekend which would be full of a lot of trashiness. It seemed to be one of those weekends where I crossed paths with quite a few old friends who I hadn’t seen in ages, but also made a few new ones, but also a new enemy.

Here is a story for you. So anyways the other night (I won’t say where this took place) but I was out clubbing and you know when you’ve drunken one too many and need to empty out your bladder? Well I was doing exactly that when some guy lent over while I pissing in the urinal and grabbed my bits. Needless to say what followed happened really fast, My hand=his head=top of urinal= lots of blood. I quickly left the scene of the crime and caught up with mates praying he wouldn’t run off to one of the security guards. But hey what could he say to them? “I grabbed a guy’s peen and he slammed my face into the urinal” Security probably would have said to him he deserved it lol.

Anyways I’m not a violent person but word of advice, if you see me peeing in the urinal don’t grab my bits, at least wait to I’ve finished and washed my hands before you try and pick me up. Everyone has numerous forms of personal space. Peeing for me is one of them so don’t cross into it or you might not like the results.

Sunday was fluffy featuring one of my favourites Luciana and as usual I have a habit of meeting celebrities. It just constantly seems to happen. So of course I had to get a pic with her. The funny thing was I was so drunk it took five times before I liked the picture. Darn iphones. But hey she was pretty patient lol. Really cool chick actually and if you ever get a chance to see her live, make sure you do!!! She puts on an awesome show. Here is the pic.

Talking Orangutans? Am I losing my sanity?

what am I doing up at 4 am in the morning?

I had a really weird dream lol so here it is.

I’m sitting in a waiting room after sitting for some exam and there is an Organgutan sitting next to me sucking on a bottle, he turns and asks how I’m doing and as if this is a normal occurence to have a conversation with a talking orangutans, I quite simply reply ‘Good just a lil stressed with exams’

He smiles understanding ‘I know the feeling.’ Finishing his bottle he clumsily throws it to the floor with disgust rubbing his tummy, ‘Yes milk was a bad idea!’

I proceed to ask him what he is doing at college and he explains he is working on one of the films one of the lecturers are organising.

‘What a life you have.’ I say somewhat intrigued.

He shakes his head, ‘Nah not really, I spend all my day sitting in my enclosure entertaining onlookers at my own expense, when every now and then some smart arse has an idea to have a film with a talking orangutan and call me in. Wow I get let out for a day to wait around, poked and prodded, given bananas and milk, and then told what to do. Oh it is a great life!’ He replies with a strong sense of sarcasm and proceeds to blow raspberries.

‘That’s fucked!’ I say.

‘You know what is worse then that?’ He doesn’t even give me a chance to answer, ‘Can you believe these pricks don’t even give me toilet paper, they think since I’m off a different species I wouldn’t enjoy the simple comfort of wiping my arse with two-ply toilet paper.’ He let’s out a sigh, ‘God I’m such an emo sometime!’

I just nod speechless, I mean what else can you say when you have an orangutan complaining he can’t wipe his arse with toilet paper?

‘Seriously I really should get into politics.’ He says, ‘Shit I could do a better job then half these bloody chimps in government that just spent tax payers money on dribbling shit all day’

‘Point taken.’ I laugh, suddenly my editing lecturer Danny comes over and pulls me aside asking what I’m doing talking to the orangutan, I explain the conversation and he stare over my shoulder.

‘Sounds like he needs to be sedated’ He strokes the bottom of his chin, ‘Yeah he is getting a little bit too active aggressive for his own good.’

I’m completely shocked and outraged with this, ‘You can’t be bloody serious? He is just an orangutan that wants simple human rights!’

Then I wake up and find myself laying on my lounge where I must have passed out earlier during the night. Now does this dream have any hidden meanings? God only knows, but I think it could all be a result of lack of sleep, stress from filming my short film and also an exam on friday that I’m really not ready for.

Or I could just simply be losing my sanity?

Thoughts???

It is 6 am

And I still can’t sleep, why I seem to do this to myself I have no idea. So instead I’ve started another blog as an alternative to The QIT I guess I plan this one to be a more personal one with just my thoughts and whatever else I feel like writing I guess. Due to the fact I haven’t slept yet, I really should try and catch some z’s. So before I go here is the morning view from my balcony.