Reflections on | Reflections of a Private Eye by Andrew Gunn

Part 5 | Production Block 5 of 5 | July–August 2015

 

As our production schedule evolved and expanded, most of the difficult scenes were pushed to the mythic Block 5. Block 5 was like the Grey Havens or the melting of the polar ice caps. We knew it was out there but we never thought we’d actually have to deal with it.

 

First order of business: find a vintage car.

 

This was one of the first issues I raised one year prior. The producers tried car clubs, car enthusiast neighbours, film and TV car hire companies, wedding car hire companies. No luck.

 

I email the cast and crew, ask if they have any leads. Colin Cunninghame (Miller) tells me about a hire company in Dumfries. I check their website: they have a 1937 Austin 14/6. I email them, ask if they’ll hire me the car for aday or two. The guy offers to drop it off on a Thursday evening and pick it up on the Monday morning. We’ll have three full days to shoot.

Our ride for the weekend. Picture: Andrew Gunn.

 

Scheduling now. Tricky. I’ve burned up my annual leave – we can only shoot weekends and evenings. We need Karl J. Claridge (Dick Nicely) for one evening and two full days. Karl has to give his work four weeks’ notice for time off. The rest of the cast have conflicting availabilities. Our locations have conflicting availabilities.

 

I find dates that work for the car, the locations, the crew and all of the cast – except Eddy MacKenzie.

 

Eddy’s supposed to play journalist Ken Musgrove. We haven’t shot any of his scenes yet – one involves the car, another involves a party, a third involves photographs taken at the party.

 

Back in September 2014 I directed Eddy in a play, Don’t Wake the Baby. He invited the director of a touring theatre company who then cast Eddy in a summer production of Wind in the Willows. Now he’s touring England as Toad of Toad Hall.

 

Recast. I remember auditions for another film I produced. Craig McEwan didn’t get the part but I thought he was great. I offer him Musgrove. He accepts.

Karl and Craig. Picture: Omiros Vazos.

 

The original crew signed on for three weekends in May – now we’re talking about July and August. Some folks have moved on to other projects. Some folks have moved away from Glasgow.

 

We have to crew up again. New members of the Glasgow Film Crew. People who weren’t around in May or June. People we’ve met since we began.

 

We need a lot of background artists. Producer Myke Hall casts a wide net. We end up with more than 30. We gather contact details and photographs. Costume designer Elizabeth Brown plans their wardrobe. Producer Mandy Shannon builds a new make-up team. Production assistants are promoted to third assistant directors.

Andrew Gunn and Daiva Ivanauskaitė with new AD Nicholas Sinclair. Picture: Tom Bearne.

 

Wednesday 29 July. Leave work at 5pm, go straight to Shawlands. Shoot a couple of micro-scenes with Nime Séne (Brigid), wrap at 11pm. Sleep. Go to work. Liaise with Tom Bearne, a filmmaker friend of Mandy’s and a vintage car enthusiast. Our Austin has arrived. Leave work at 5pm, go to our final cast and crew meeting. Get home around midnight. Sleep. Go to work. Leave at 5pm. Go straight to location.

 

Karl has arrived. Elizabeth dresses him in a café toilet. We go around the corner to shoot his scene. We’re in an alleyway off one of the busiest streets in Glasgow. Nobody notices.

 

Back to Queen’s Crescent. Grab dinner. Tom brings the Austin. It’s fucking spectacular.

 

Drive to a quiet west end terrace. The scene is, Tim Harley (Levin) arrives home. We pick a building for “home”. Karl sits in the car, watches him from across the street.

Gunn with Aaron Rivando. Picture: Omiros Vazos.

The film is set in the US. The Austin is English-built. The steering wheel is on the right. We’ll have to flip the shots in post production. We check our compositions with a mirror.

 

We roll. Tim walks along the street, turns up the steps, pretends to unlock the front door. Take #1, #2, #3, #4. Tim comes over and says, The family are watching me through the window.

 

Queen’s Crescent. Go round the back. An empty car park. Set up redhead lights around the Austin. Set up the smoke machine. Set up boards to shape the light and direct the smoke.

 

We’d planned a traditional rear-projection shot of Karl behind the wheel. This would require a studio. We couldn’t find one within our budget. Here’s our grassroots solution.

 

Tom hides just off-camera, rocks the car. Every available crew member takes a redhead, turns it around and around to simulate streetlights. We blow smoke at the car to simulate fog. It looks better than rear-projection.

From the film.

 

Saturday. Bright and early. A guerilla crew takes the car into the countryside with Nima and Naomi Miller (Skylar). We film the car driving off towards the horizon. The horizon is already busy with contemporary vehicles. It takes ages to get a clear stretch.

 

Tom parks the Austin in a cul-de-sac so we can plan the next sequence – interior shots of Nima and Naomi as they drive. We get ready to head out. The fucking car won’t start.

 

We brainstorm. We call Myke. Myke brings petrol. Doesn’t work. Tom calls the owner. Tom calls the AA. We hemorrhage time.

Gubbed: Tom Bearne tries the engine. Picture: Aaron Rivando.

 

Aaron finds a couple of angles inside the car. Just blue sky through the windshield – you can’t tell it’s stationary. We get the scene. But we have to drop another. We leave Tom with the car and head back to base.

 

We relocate to my parents’ house. Daiva Ivanauskaitė, the art director, has transformed their bedroom into a hotel suite. My mum says the room has never looked so tidy.

Karl. Picture: Aaron Rivando.

Tom calls. The car’s fine. We parked it on the kerb at the wrong angle for the fuel injector. The AA got it back on the road.

 

Day #16. Sunday 2 August. Another early start, driving around the city with Karl behind the wheel of the Austin. Actually, he’s in the front passenger seat holding a rubber steering wheel cover.

 

Queen’s Crescent could pass for 1940s America. We shoot yesterday’s dropped scene with the Austin parked in the street. It costs us 45 minutes. We already got a version of the scene without the car in Block 4, and were eaten by midges for our trouble. But it turns out to be one of the strongest moments in the film.

 

Daiva and her team go to city centre hotspot The Griffin to prep the next scene. Meanwhile Queen’s Crescent becomes a make-up, hair and wardrobe production line. Karl, Tim, Miranda Langley, Joseph Anthony McKenna and Colin Cunninghame are the afternoon’s leads. Ten extras for background. Nima and Naomi are wrapped for the day, but they stick around. Tom Bearne takes everybody outside for some publicity stills with the Austin.

Karl, Nima and Naomi. Picture: Tom Bearne.

The main unit moves to the Griffin for the most populous scene I've directed so far. Two third ADs manage the extras. Busy shots first. Then release extras and punch in for close-ups.

The boys: Joseph A. McKenna, Adrian Orlanschi, Colin Cunninghame, Tim Harley, Christian Barnes, Karl J. Claridge, Liam Robertson. The girls: Maria Jones, Nima Séne, Naomi Miller, Laura Docherty, Miranda Langley, Evgenia Yakushina, Sasha Barnes. Picture: Tom Bearne.

The evening’s location: Govanhill. My gaff.

 

A gated alleyway leads from the dead-end street to the bin shed in my courtyard. The bins are guarded by a fearless colony of rats. If you shine a torch on them, they just stare into the light.

 

Garbage is the theme of the courtyard. Six weeks ago a flat was disembowelled. A huge pile of furniture, furnishings and fittings appeared beneath my bedroom window. The guilty residents disappeared. The council made no attempt to shift the rubbish.

 

Forget it, Jake. It’s Govanhill.

 

Dress the alleyway as a crime scene. Wear gloves. Don’t touch the ground. Shift planks of wood. Kick syringes into a corner. It starts to rain.

 

In my flat, assistant art director Akvilė Dirmauskaitė fashions our corpse. She wraps cushions and balled-up sheets inside bin bags. Ties off sections with string, shapes it into a body. It’s anatomically accurate. It looks like a dead person wrapped for disposal. We carry it downstairs and along the street to the alleyway, hoping that no one sees us.

 

Graham Stevenson runs cables through my first-floor windows front and back, snaking along the pavement and through the courtyard. Before he turns on the lights, I go online and submit my meter readings.

 

In the scene, Craig uses an old concertina camera. We have the camera. We need a flashbulb and reflector. I give Akvilė and Graham Stevenson a bulb, an extension cord, a reel of silver gaff tape and my stainless steel childhood sick bowl. They jerry-rig a solution. It looks great.

Andrew Gunn with Craig McEwan and bowl. Picture: Aaron Rivando.

Tom brings the car. We block the scene. Myke’s sound kit dies and we look around for batteries. Aaron produces four superpowered AAs from his camera kit and brags about saving the day. Then he drops the batteries in a puddle.

 

Two drunken locals arrive and tell us to fuck off – we’re filming in their courtyard. I tell them it’s my courtyard too. They won’t budge.

 

It’s a standoff. We argue. Their real beef is with the council – who’ll let us film in the alleyway but won’t clear the rubbish from the courtyard or euthanise the bin shed rats. Mandy sees a way to compromise. Suggests I lead a volunteer task force to clean up the shared areas and build a sense of community. She does not give my full name and address.

 

Pacified, the locals go home and we shoot.

 

Govanhill.

 

Evgenia Yakushina with make-up artist Senay Taormina. Picture: Tim Harley.

Day #17. The art department transform La Bodega, a tapas bar and restaurant, into a jazz club. They arrive at 4pm while I’m still at work. I make it there around six. 20 extras and Swing band Radio Pachuco are getting ready. It’s another production line managed by Elizabeth and Mandy, with make-up and costume reinforcements. Yesterday has prepared us for today.

 

Daiva’s team finishes at 8pm. It’s still light outside. We shoot away from the windows. First AD Nicholas Sinclair coordinates the extras. Shoot portions of the room, release folk in stages.

La Bodega. Picture: Tim Harley.

We need to wrap Alex Della Ciana by 11.20pm. He lives in Edinburgh and needs to catch a bus. We run late. We get his last shot at 11.19. Myke drives him straight to the bus station and Alex changes out of his tuxedo in the car.

 

At midnight, we’re done. Break down the set, tidy up, plan the 1.30am exodus home. We have a four day break until the last day of principal photography.

The art department: Aistė Banelytė, Ailsa Lonsdale, Daiva Ivanauskaitė and Akvilė Dirmauskaitė. Picture: Tim Harley.

Eddy asks how everything’s going. The tour’s finished. He’s back in Glasgow now. Hey Eddy, do you fancy a cameo?

 

In Saturday’s scene, Brigid is supposed to steal some negatives while she’s talking to Musgrove in his office. The script has Musgrove engrossed in his work, but a better distraction occurs to me.

 

Eddy has a great voice. I make a list of all the words I’d like to hear him say. Build a monologue. Cast him as a sub-editor with a grudge. He bawls out Musgrove during the scene, gives Brigid a chance to tuck the negatives into her bag.

 

There’s about a minute’s worth of text. I send it to Eddy and ask him to deliver it in 30 seconds.

Saturday 8 August 2015. A crackling noise wakes me at 6am. Flames lick my bedroom window.

6am wake-up call. Picture: Andrew Gunn.

Someone has set fire to the huge pile of furniture in the courtyard. Firemen arrive and dowse the blaze. Somebody across the courtyard shouts, I seen who done it!


I have my own suspicions.


Govanhill.


Back to Film City Glasgow. We shot in the men’s room in May. Today we’re in the ballroom for the film’s final shot – Nima steps up to a microphone and sings over the credits.


Daiva rents a vintage mic from Warehouse Sound just around the corner. She and Akvilė cover the back wall with lightbulbs. Aaron and Graham rig a blackout sheet to mask the sun streaming through the skylight.


Tom Hemblade, our sound recordist, arrives with no microphone. Miscommunication: someone else was supposed to bring it. It’ll take at least an hour to go and pick it up. I text Polly Petrova, our other sound recordist, on the off-chance she can help.


While we’re waiting for a reply, we try plugging in the prop microphone. It works.

Nima sings us out. Picture: Mandy Shannon.

We get the shot and move to Queen’s Crescent. The art department transforms the boardroom into a newspaper office while the rest of us shoot pick-up scenes around the building.


I get a message back from Polly. “yo yo! sorry i have not got your number on this phone, who am I sexting?” I show it to Tom. He laughs for two minutes straight.


For most of the crew, this is the home stretch. Eddy arrives like an adrenaline shot. We work our way through the scene. Tick off shots from the list. 4pm, 5pm, 6pm. I call the last slate myself at half past six.


Wrap. Tidy up. Pack our boxes and bags. Load our cars. Say goodbye to the building – it’s been our second home for over three months.


Walk up to Woodlands Road. Spend an inordinate amount of time selecting and purchasing crèpes from the van there. Settle into a pub on the corner. Simon Price joins us. Naomi joins us. We share memories of the shoot. We swap perspectives.

Somebody asks me what happens next.

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