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Goodbye to all this... for now



To be continued as and when. No guests were harmed during the making of this film.
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arosebyanyothername said…
I do so want to have another go but too much on today - I am in a performance this evening which is too dreadful for words.
Also, only you have looked at my previous effort so far - not very encouraging.
29 May 2009 at 02:35
Lane Mathias said…
Oh those little guys know how to say it with feeling. That's why I love 'em so-)

Glad no one fell off the cliff:-)
29 May 2009 at 02:45
Jenny Beattie said…
Omg I love them, but you are bonkers!
29 May 2009 at 05:16
Chris Stovell said…
Rosie, I hope your evening's performance was better than you hoped. I loved your movie - it made you happy and it made me happy, so go for it, girl!

Lane, I'm very grateful to you for pointing me in the direction of so much fun. Thank you dear heart (and yes, phew, good news about the cliff edges!).

JJ.. you know you want to. You don't have to be bonkers to do it, but it helps!
29 May 2009 at 14:43
Pondside said…
The raw emotion then the suppressed desire evident in all these highly charged films. Should we be getting our outfits ready for the film festivals and award shows? Don't stop now!
29 May 2009 at 23:28
Fennie said…
I think all these films are just wonderful. I am tempted to try my hand. But are two characters only allowed? And why do they speak so strangely with all these funny pauses in between the words? I would not like my characters to look like wooden tops (or Hilary Clinton) Besides I thought shoulder pads went out in the eighties. Enjoy your nuddy pants. How did the voice synthesizer cope?
30 May 2009 at 06:10
Chris Stovell said…
Pondside, thank you - I am preparing my acceptance speech (allowing plenty of time for 'gathering' and tears) right now.

Fennie, we directors have to work with the material we are given (sigh!) that means two characters (unless you want to fork out for a larger and, presumably, more sophisticated cast). And now I have to go and mollify my poor actors who are reeling from the 'woodentops' and 'voice synthesizer' comments. They seem to cope very well with 'nuddy-pants', 'fart' and 'mucky' but 'any more' seemed to push them over the edge. What can you do? :)
31 May 2009 at 03:54
Maggie Christie said…
More utter brilliance! I love these they really make me giggle. I quite like the odd way they speak. It makes it even funnier.
1 June 2009 at 10:37
LITTLE BROWN DOG said…
Hilarious, Chris - I just love it. By the way. Your hair. Looks lovely. Chris.

Ok, ok - do I get the part?

(And do I HAVE to wear those nuddy pants? (sigh))
1 June 2009 at 12:58
Chris Stovell said…
Shush, Mags - it'll go to my head and I'll only want to make some more... I lvoe they staccato way they talk too!

LBD. Thank.you. very.much. It's.about.time.someone. commented. on. my. hair.! Your hired!
1 June 2009 at 15:36
Chris Stovell said…
Or even You're hired ( I bet the actors could say that better than I can type it!).
1 June 2009 at 15:37
Un Peu Loufoque said…
Bet you a sherbet dab he didnt notice!
3 June 2009 at 05:38
Flowerpot said…
how very curious - I have a large white bit in the screen where prsumably something should be! Will try later....
3 June 2009 at 10:02
Chris Stovell said…
UPL, Sigh, it was ever thus.

FP, yep - their site has been down. Tres annoying.
3 June 2009 at 10:33
BT said…
Oh I just love those two, so full of emotion!! lol.
1 July 2009 at 17:27
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