Well - the act of guerrilla filmmaking never did run smooth, as they say, and yesterday was no exception.The photo above was taken approximately nine seconds before we were 'moved on' (i.e. frogmarched off the premises) from our local Starbucks by the ever-vigilant Folkestone Town Centre security staff - citing 'terrorism' I might add.
If this doesn’t seem ridiculous enough to you yet - let me expand the picture a little more... The security guard in question was actually speaking to two filmmakers clutching a tiny super-8 camera, as well as... a seven-foot cardboard cut-out of James Dean.
“No I don’t have a fucking permit!”
I can hear my own rather-camp voice echoing in my ears even now, a phrase only half-jokingly uttered while being escorted to the exits by a grey, sad little man who clutched his walkie-talkie close to his chest like a prized teddy bear.
So anyway, back to the photo. Well those hands are the 2D cardboard limbs of the aforementioned James Dean – who has been resurrected, Roundeye style, for our latest film: 5,000 Miles From Hollywood.
Still a work-in-progress, the latest from your favourite universally ignored underground movie studio is another super-8 trash epic. This one is a shaggy dog story, of sorts, where two men (one real, the other cardboard) go sightseeing around Sunny Folkestone. The fact that one of the men was/is the greatest dead-too-soon Hollywood star ever to have lived, is inconsequential.
Sorry if it’s all a bit cryptic - but all will become clear soon. (Just as soon as the films come back from the lab – so let’s hope the super-8 gods are smiling on us...)
Night-night!
Words: Ben Barton
Photo: Chris Holdsworth - official Roundeye brother
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