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I got an email through this morning from a casting agency with an attached script written by a Spanish woman from London
After that, this seems completely appropriate.
I was scrolling through films to enjoy whilst I worked. The process is that I watch their introductions and decide whether they’re worth the time. Spirits were low, being hit by both ‘Jumper’ & the new A team’ consecutively can hurt a guy, so at last chance saloon I came across ‘Humpday’. Honestly, it’s become one of my favourite openings to a film. A husband and wife are half asleep in bed holding and kissing one another, a little enthusiasm is conjured until she pulls away and sighs contently, he asks her what is wrong and she is sent into laughter about how tired she is, he agrees and starts laughing too, the facade is over and they say they love one another. It’s a perfect start; melancholic, honest and heartfelt as it continues. Humpday begins slowly and maintains that. The pacing is just absolutely appropriate; allowing you to appreciate the characters, quality of atmosphere and their subtle claustrophobic interactions. It is centralised around the friendship of two old friends, one of which has become domesticated, the other is a vagabond artist and the premise deals with their involvement in an art project. The concept of which is making an art house porn film that requires two completely heterosexual males to shag, therefore surpassing sexuality. Between their friendship’s ‘one-upmanship’ and the domesticated character’s insecurities about his ‘trying-for-baby-picket-fence’ lifestyle it turns into an ironically macho conquest. Completely unscripted dialogue and shot mumblecore style in two weeks. Watch it, it’s really good.
After that, this seems completely appropriate.
I was scrolling through films to enjoy whilst I worked. The process is that I watch their introductions and decide whether they’re worth the time. Spirits were low, being hit by both ‘Jumper’ & the new A team’ consecutively can hurt a guy, so at last chance saloon I came across ‘Humpday’. Honestly, it’s become one of my favourite openings to a film. A husband and wife are half asleep in bed holding and kissing one another, a little enthusiasm is conjured until she pulls away and sighs contently, he asks her what is wrong and she is sent into laughter about how tired she is, he agrees and starts laughing too, the facade is over and they say they love one another. It’s a perfect start; melancholic, honest and heartfelt as it continues. Humpday begins slowly and maintains that. The pacing is just absolutely appropriate; allowing you to appreciate the characters, quality of atmosphere and their subtle claustrophobic interactions. It is centralised around the friendship of two old friends, one of which has become domesticated, the other is a vagabond artist and the premise deals with their involvement in an art project. The concept of which is making an art house porn film that requires two completely heterosexual males to shag, therefore surpassing sexuality. Between their friendship’s ‘one-upmanship’ and the domesticated character’s insecurities about his ‘trying-for-baby-picket-fence’ lifestyle it turns into an ironically macho conquest. Completely unscripted dialogue and shot mumblecore style in two weeks. Watch it, it’s really good.
If you feel like you’ve lost anything from reading this, here’s something back; my latest hand in philanthropy. Nicotowel; the functions of both the nicotine patch and the sanitary towel (menstrual pad) joined together. Say hello to Peter Jones and Duncan Ballantyne, you lucky millionaire, Deborah Meaden should be the first one in line to purchase (years subscription, extra thick). Cheers.
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