Antony Holmes
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December 00:12
Film noir
During the long winter months, when there is nothing to do, one must explore alternative ventures in order to alleviate boredom. This winter I decided to make an art house film because I couldn't think of anything better to do.But where to film it? I needed somewhere steeped in history, culture and the arts to provide me with inspiration. Oxford beckoned to me and so one fateful November morning I trotted off on my merry way to the town of dreaming spires.
On the train I pondered whether having no script, no actors and a lack of proper equipment might somehow impair me but in the end I decided to carry on regardless since it would be a waste of a good train ticket otherwise.
So who could I get to act in my film? I needed a thespian, but where would I find a thespian in Oxford? Well fortune smiled on me for as I stepped out of the station, I happened to chance upon the mystery man whose life seems to mysteriously intertwine with the events of this blog. He seemed more than willing to help me out with my little endeavour and so we set off armed with nothing more than a digital camera and my creative genius to make art come alive.
I come from the school of minimalist direction which means I basically point the camera and say nothing. Some might argue this is controversial but I disagree. Just look at the finished masterpiece. The result elicits a certain pathos and I think captures a raw energy and passion that almost brings a tear to the eye.
You can download a copy of my film by clicking here.
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