Trying to lock down crew for next week at the moment, but its not easy when you are dependent on big favors. People have got to live, and if paying work comes up, then understandably that takes precedence over our film. This means as a few of the crew have dropped out, we call round contacts and refill the positions. Nothing that any other short low budget film faces, but it has still caused more than a few new gray hairs to sprout from the side of my head. As of this moment however, I would say we have 97% of the crew in place.
But that's not the only aging that been happening this week.
Spent most of last weekend trying to make a very new and shiny metal box look very old and rusty, and if you squinted, tilted your head at the right angle it sort of looked ok. But there was still something about the box that looked new. There were no dents! So I took it round to my folks places where there was more room to swing at it with a hammer, in the hope that softening its straight lines might help to generally distress and age the box.
"You need an old Metal Box?" my dad says on seeing my efforts. "Hang on, I got a box up the back of the garden" a minute later he produces a completely authentic old rusty metal chest. But not just any old rusty chest, no, a first class specimen.
I'm am not surprised by this discovery. Pleased and happy yes, but not surprised, and if you knew my father, you wouldn't be either.
Just wish I'd thought to ask him earlier.











