"Ever since the start of secondary school Darryn and I had always wanted to make movies. We spent most of our weekends growing up filming shorts on a HI8 camera and possessed endless scrap books partially filled with every half baked concept that we had ever had. We would sit with our notepads and chat about ideas for scenes, select the soundtrack and put together our dream cast lists. These are some of the fondest memories I have as a teenager" - Me
Prologue
My Biography is a lengthy and anecdotal version of my life and career and goes into great detail about some of the more interesting experiences that have happened to me that I can't really explain short hand. In a weird way it's all the things that have gone horribly wrong that I can recall with the most detail. The successes are things that have gone by the numbers, efficiently and are therefore neither memorable or interesting to me. Some of the more tragic experiences have entire sections of this website dedicated to them and the appropriate links will take you there. Some I have had time to fill out, others I am still working on.
It's also an honest summary of events from my point of view and as a disclaimer I have used peoples real names for the most part, with only a slight change here or there to protect a couple of peoples identities.
I also don't have that many photos from this time and have used an AI generator to create images to hilarious effect.
Let's begin...
PART 1: Early life
I was born in Halifax, West Yorkshire and attended Lightcliffe elementary school in Hipperholme. It was a typical COE school and as well as receiving an education there was also a lot of hymns to be sung and prayers to be recited. I would consider it a charmed rural upbringing where practically all my free time, holidays and weekends were spent roaming the local hills and countryside around Shibden valley with my friends. It felt like a simpler and safer time back then when your parents would kick you out of the house straight after breakfast and leave you to your own devices until lunchtime. Then it was back outside again for the day, no matter the weather.
When I was 12 my parents decided that they had had quite enough of the UK and so we moved to Marbella on the Costa del Sol in Spain in 1993. A good decade before the big multi-national franchises started buying up everything and turning it into the commercial parody of the excess it was already famous for, Marbella was great because it was literally the wild west.
It was a time of rapid expansion in Spain after Franco's dictatorship had ended in the 70's and it was as corrupt as hell. Nothing represented this better to the average person than the local Guardia civil who would pull your car up on the highway for the slightest infringement looking for a 10,000 Peseta (£50) bribe to let you go. Everything worked on bribes, especially planning permission and Marbella's infamously corrupt Mayor Jesus Gil was the architect of all this development, fast tracking projects of all kinds, making himself rich and putting Marbella well and truly on the international map.
ABOVE: My childhood in Yorkshire according to AI software
The coast was also full of UK criminals trying to stay hidden from the authorities, but you wouldn't know them from the average expat until they vanished suddenly and their name and photo was plastered in the Spanish Edition of the Sun.( In this respect, very little has changed).
You also couldn't get any UK branded food on the coast and had to travel down to Gibraltar to visit Safeways (Long gone now) to stock up on Tea, Penguin Biscuits and Beans, then wait hours at the border to get back out again as almost every car was checked on the way out for people buying duty free cigarettes to smuggle back to the UK. Depending if relations with the UK and Spain were good that week, sometimes the border security would literally make you wait much, much longer out of sheer spite. Again, little has changed there.
All the shops and restaurants on the coast were still independent, there was just the one McDonalds, shopping centres were few and far between and unless you really liked Julio Inglesias and Flamenco finding the latest International music was impossible.
It was all wonderfully backwards.
I attended Aloha International college in Marbella with my sister. It was a small school at the time of around 400 students so class sizes were small and therefore the education was exceptional. I always chose subjects that I felt my parents would like, rather than what I wanted to do, art, music and drama being considered a waste of an education even though I was always a creative.
I finished 6th form with my IB diploma and went to Goldsmiths University in East London to study psychology. I hated literally every second I was in London. Maybe it was because my digs were in Camberwell at a time it was still notoriously famous for heroine addicts, the constant muggings of other students at the local payphone located outside of our building, the pollution, the congestion, the expense, the home sickness but I didn't last 6 months. After a whole lifetime of rural existence I just was not cut out for city life thousands of miles away from home and returned to Spain with my tail between my legs and had to wait a to apply somewhere new.
Fortunately my Dad finally realised that I wanted to do something more creative and I was allowed to attend a private film and theatre school in York. The selling point for my dad being that 93% of students who attended ended up working in the industry.
And now the real story can begin....
PART 2: The Marbellalife.com Years 1999 - 2003
After graduating from my film school I returned home to Marbella and was ready to start my stellar career in film. Unfortunately trying to find a local job in the industry proved borderline impossible due to the fact such positions were non existent and my Spanish had never been great. The only real option would have been to move to more fertile hunting grounds either in the UK or the US. With pressure building from my Dad to find a job of any sort at this point I was starting to become very anxious and frustrated, but I wasn't the only one.
An old class mate and fellow film school alumni, Darryn Welch was also In a similar position. Having been fortunate enough to direct a lucrative American Express video a few months earlier in Madrid, his expectations had also been curtailed somewhat over the past few months and was becoming just as jaded with the lack of local opportunities as I was.
Darryn's mum Fabianne owned the local, English VHS rental shop, VIIDBIZ . After getting divorced from Darryn's dad she had spent much of her newly acquired free time renting endless films. When she saw what she was spending each month on rentals, she figured it was just cheaper to own the shop, so she bought it. If you lived on the Costa in the 90's then you will know that the local English video shop was the hub of any expat conclave and the single best place to network. Tourists, millionaires, film and sports stars, gangsters, politicians, you name it. they all came in every week and they all rented videos.
One afternoon that summer a guy named Travis Hammond walked into he store. Travis was the embodiment of all things Californian. He was probably in his early 50's, but with his sporty physique, Ralph Lauren polo shirt, blindingly white veneers, charismatic personality and that ubiquitous "too big to fail attitude", he was the very portrait of health and more importantly success.
He had just moved to Spain from California and was setting up a nightlife website on the Costa Del Sol called MARBELLANITE.COM and needed a couple of local media guys to help film and edit some nightlife related content. Fabianne knew just the guy for the job.... Darryn and possibly his weird mate Damian could be of some use too.
Darryn and I went to meet Travis at the insanely expensive penthouse he was renting in Puerto Banus. Now Travis is the first of many, (many) people you are going to read about in my career who was so in love with his own ideas and ego that it made him a little delusional. However when you are a fresh faced graduate desperate for opportunities, you are likely to take things at face value, rather than digging a little deeper and needless to say in the beginning we bought into his pitch hook, line and sinker.
ABOVE: An AI rendering of what I remembered Travis looked like.. This is insanely accurate
Travis was the guy who first introduced us to the true potential of the internet and the current DOTCOM BUBBLE, which at this time was still rapidly expanding. We learned all about the value of a good domain, SEO, banners ads and the internet in general. He fed our eager minds like sponges with talk of building a website and then floating the company. He was just finalising the finance with his partner Hans in Zurich. Meantime would we be willing to help with setting up some of the local ground work.
"I remember I would often come home in the early hours of the morning after a night out with my friends to find him waiting, silently in the darkness of my room on a chair, smoking his clay pipe and then asking me what I was doing with my life!"
So for the next month we did what amounted to an insane amount of errands for free. We were trying to prove ourselves and so paying our dues didn't really matter in the short term. We both lived with our parents so we didn't have bills to pay, but the pressure was building from my dad to find a real job that you know... "actually paid something!" I remember I would often come home in the early hours of the morning after a night out with my friends to find him waiting, silently in the darkness of my room on a chair, smoking his clay pipe and then asking me what I was doing with my life. It was more surreal than anything else, but it still made me just uncomfortable enough to realise that something was going to have to develop very soon.
Another two months passed and Darryn and I had started to become highly dubious. We agreed to meet Travis in his new "office". This is where the evidence of his delusion started to creep in. Despite the lovely ornate door that greeted us on arrival, the inside of his office was nothing more than a small empty white washed room with a desk made out of two plastic patio tables and a huge piece of chipboard across them. There was a laptop, a few cardboard boxes and this was it, this was his dotcom empire.
He gave us a list of more stuff he needed doing, which also included things such as picking up his dry cleaning. "But don't worry guys", he said., "The money is coming real soon now!". He left to go to the bathroom across the hall and whilst alone we noticed he had a box full of the Marbellanite business plans under his desk. He seemed to have hundreds of them so we took one each, stashed them in our bags and made our excuses so we could go read it.
The contents were this. He was asking for $5 million dollars to build the site and maintain it for three years with the view of floating it on the stock market after this time frame. He and his business partner were asking for a whopping $500,000 each for their wages, per year. The justification for this was that they fully expected to be making $10M in revenues within this period.
This was exciting news as surely their overly inflated wages would also be reflected in our salaries as content creators. Somewhere on page two of the proposed running costs was the budget for filming and editing. Our hearts sank almost immediately, yes our names were on the list, but our monthly estimated wage cost was $2000, for the pair of us. Surely this was a typo right?
Did we ask him about it? Was this just some poor American joke we couldn't fathom because there was no laugh track to tell us it was funny?!, we sure did ask him. He said he had done his research and it was a fair rate for the area. If we didn't like it, he could easily find someone else.
So what did we do about it dear reader, am I still do this day picking up Travis' soiled dry cleaning ?
Obviously not! You see for the last three months the errands we had been sent to do gratis had involved putting together the contacts and infrastructure he was going to need to host and maintain his website locally. We had done all the ground work for him. We had found a trendy design company to build the site, already approached potential local sponsors and as we expected to be filming within weeks we had also purchased our own digital camera with editing and compression software (A big, big deal at the time).
So in the true spirit of American initiative and entrepreneurship we beat him to his own idea. We borrowed some start-up money from Darryn's dad (Mine was absolutely against his idea) and started our own business that focused on day time tourism rather than night time. Same thing, different market so no conflict of interests.
This website would eventually be called Marbellalife.com and the rest is history.
Travis never did get his funding and what happened to him afterwards we just don't know. I assume he's probably a bitcoin millionaire or something, he was certainly ahead of trends in many ways and we did learn a lot, from him. Its our fault if we did months of errands, but as long as I had learned something.. that' was fine by me.
Let's jump ahead 36 months now and talk about Marbellalife at its absolute peak.
For what now seems like an all too brief time in 2001 we were Southern Spain's second most popular tourist website. We had 25,000 unique users a week and a million page views a month. Those were massive numbers in 2001. We had a local techy called Paul who was a whizz at search engine submissions and we were the top of every first page in every local tourist category on most search engines. (Adwords were at this time not a thing and we could just buy a category outright for a few hundred dollars) . As such selling banner advertising was easy as all people were interested in were hits and search engine positioning.
I wrote over 700 tourism articles in a 4 year period about everything from local history to the best nightspots on the coast and we were also pioneers in attempting to upload and stream video content at this time. We hosted and maintained a further 70 websites for local businesses. We used the digital editing suite we had purchased to make corporate videos for real estate companies and eventually signed an exclusivity agreement with the coasts biggest agency to only make videos for them in return for them sponsoring our entire website for 2 years. We even found time to shoot an Ibiza Uncovered style documentary in summer 2000 for Sky Digital. We were absolutely flying.
For more on VTV and the Summer Breeze Show page click here!
Of course it didn't start out like this...
It seems utterly absurd now, but back in 1999 trying to convince anyone in Marbella that the internet was going to catch on was hard. At this time there were about 200 million internet users worldwide, most of which were in the states, To put it in perspective what a different time we were living in, a domain name cost around $100 a year to register, website designers charged by the page and a top of the range internet connection ran at an eye wateringly fast 64k. Every photo had to be compressed until it was a blurry mess of pixels and downloading a song from Napster could take up to 16 hours.
Potential clients just couldn't understand why they would ever need for a website. These were real estate agencies, golf courses, hotels even. They just couldn't fathom why anyone would buy a house online or make a reservation by email rather than through a travel agency. We even recruited a team of 15 sales people working on commission to head out across the coast to sell website packages. Armed only with printed presentations in binders (as laptops were too expensive and WIFI didn't exist) they found that practically nobody was interested in websites at this time and because they were using paper to express a digital concept people either didn't understand it or couldn't afford what they saw as a gimmick.
In all honesty a lot of it we didn't understand either. When we held the presentation to recruit sales people for Marbellalife, the person supposed to give it, our head designer didn't show up to talk everyone through how building and hosting websites actually worked. I ended up blagging the information from a Powerpoint presentation to a room of 30 people with no clue how to answer any of the technical questions. It turned out that our designer David didn't show up because he had been out with his mates into the mountains somewhere and after smoking a few joints they had thought it was funny to tie him naked to the front of the car and leave him atop a mountain. True story and In a further truth I doubt it would have mattered either.
We were left to make our first deals however we could and when I say that our very first customer paid us $1500 in roast chicken dinners rather than cash we considered that a win at a time. It was a hard, hard slog to begin with and we almost gave up multiple times.
Luckily this internet thing finally took off.
Darryn and I, receiving payment for our first website client in chicken according to Ai
PART 3: Oh! Marbella and the end of Marbellalife.com
Ever since the start of secondary school Darryn and I had always wanted to make movies. We spent most of our weekends growing up filming shorts on a HI8 camera and possessed endless scrap books partially filled with every half baked concept that we had ever had. Most of these were utterly terrible BTW. We would take Darryn's 3 large boxer dogs (Mason, Kane and Sam) for long walks and whilst they would run around we would sit with our notepads and chat about ideas for scenes, select the soundtrack and put together our dream cast lists. These are some of the fondest memories I have as a teenager in Spain. Darryn and I have always been very, very different people and often questioned how we were even friends. (His friends mostly, I was an anti social loner back then). The thing that made us the best of friends and fuelled our Joey and Chandler bromance was that we both wanted to make films.
Now as I explained several thousand words ago, there were few opportunities in Southern Spain after film school so when we met Piers Ashworth who was an actual Hollywood writer and director we finally had our first real contact. Piers had just finished work as a writer on the first Mission Impossible film and had his own feature film in the works. He was also in need of post production editing facilities in Marbella. A few BBQ's at Darryn's mums house later and we were all close friends. From his £10 million budget he was going to give us a cool £1M to edit his film.
Of course finance was taking longer to materialise than we imagined so for the second time in this story we decided to do things ourselves and make our own movie. We produced Oh Marbella in 2001 with a £1.5 million budget and featuring a fantastic all star British comedy cast.
To find out all about it, what went right, what went wrong and learn a thing or too hopefully go to....
Here's a brief summary of what happened.
It started out well enough, we raised the initial capital we needed to shoot the film through private investors and away we went. We had a killer script and an amazing cast and crew. However as I am sure you are aware, film production is a very expensive business and we didn't account for anything after the initial shoot, we just assumed we would raise additional finance as we went. So when things started to collapse, literally every resource we had was diverted into the production to try and finish it.
This wasn't a few thousand here and there like a website or real estate video. This production would eventually cost MILLIONS.
So we ended up totally neglecting our core business Marbellalife, most of our clients were just sort of pushed to one side or helped to host elsewhere. As no one was actively drumming up new sites to build and maintain we lost key members of our original team as they left to pursue pastures greener of which there were now numerous. I tried to stay on top of things as long as I could, but it was literally impossible on my own. For every week that passed, the website company lost maybe a few thousand, the ongoing film production was costing us 10k a day. So in a very real sense Marbellalife.com died from abandonment during our first film production as we burned through money in the hope of somehow fixing it all later.
We were all doubling and sometimes tripling up on our job roles and To compound the misery of abandoning my Internet baby, I was also working as the assistant editor on the film production. Every morning it was my job to drive to the airport and pick up the rushes from kodak as they arrived from the UK. Therefore I had the rare privilege of seeing the raw footage first, before even the director and editor as I uploaded it onto the PC for the assembly cut.
My reaction over a five week shoot went a little something like this...
Week 1: Amazing, looks incredible, bafta worthy, we are going to be rich.
Week 2... Looks great, not quite as amazing, but still top notch.
Week 3... What am i watching... it's okay...did we cut something out for time?
Week 4.... This looks awful, like what is even going on. I co wrote the thing and I don't get it.
Week 5... We ran out of money ages ago didn't we?.
Yeah, it was getting bad. The shoot wasn't finished, no one was getting paid, every argument was nuclear, investors were pissed and refused to help further. I should also very briefly mention that several of these private investors were not familiar with the concept of risk and reward. They wanted the glamour and the rewards, but now things were starting to turn ugly they wanted their money back, NOW... ALL OF IT... OR ELSE!
So to wrap up this all too brief, but all too expensive period of insanity quickly, Marbellalife as a website and our remaining clients were sold quickly to a local buyer for what I considered next to nothing to pay some of the spiralling debts.
Everything that happened next is covered in my breakdown of Oh! Marbella so for now this is where the story ends. If you are a budding film producer who is adamant about doing it all yourself I suggest you read it as a cautionary tale. In literally in a matter of months it undid years of hard work and progress. If we had just stuck to building websites and making corporate videos we might have been fine, but then we wouldn't have had so many crazy adventures either. I just wish that the guy who bought our website had looked after it and I could still show what became of it, but alas its gone.
INTERMISSION TIME
I'll wait right here, whilst you go for a pee, have a smoke or a make a coffee. See you back in ten minutes.
ABOVE: I asked the AI to draw me picture of Darryn and I walking his three Boxer Dogs on a beach in Marbella to reflect simpler, happier, more innocent times. Few kinks to be worked out I think.
INTERMISSION OVER, LET'S CONTINUE....
Part 4: The Instinctive Film Years
Sometime in the early 2010's I was made an offer I couldn't refuse. Darryn had started a new Production company in Berlin, Germany and wanted me onboard as head of IT and Creative Director. It was going to be bigger than anything I had done before by some margin and we would actually be only making and marketing films this time. I was highly dubious after our past experiences with Oh! Marbella, but I was assured that this time we had someone on our side who would literally change the game for us.
A few unverifiable statistics for you. Films are about the riskiest type of investment you can make as a private investor. 95% of all of them lose money. If you were to successfully complete 50 films, 47 would lose money, 2 would break even and only 1 would be the breakout hit that will make more than 10x its original budget back.
To quote Walt Disney: " You don't make films to make money, You make money to make films"
So who does invest in films?
In very general terms, there are two types of people who invest in films. The first are the egomaniacs and the narcissists. People who just want the recognition that comes with being part of a movie, to hang out with movie stars, do cocaine off a strippers bum, get to go to the ludicrous launch party in Cannes and most importantly use it as a way to get girls. YES, that sort of person! They usually talk a good game but don't have nearly the financial clout they pretend they do. They are useful as they are natural risk takers, but they just tend to be vile people in my experience.
The second type are the geeky investors with the mega well paid, but uninteresting office jobs, that never get invited to interesting parties or have interesting friends. They have worked hard and selflessly their entire lives and now they just want to do something creative with their money. Girls and sex don't really enter into it with this crowd, they got where they are because they are socially awkward. They have the money, know the financial risks to the penny and will take them because they can afford it.
Our game changer came in the form of the second type. Tim McMovie (Not his real name) was a software developer from Holland and not just any particularly software either. Tim designed security software for banks and was one of the wealthiest people you have never heard of. Tim wanted to use his money to invest in films and as such was willing to bank roll us for five years and provide film investment capital to the value of $50 million dollars. Yes, you read that right.
With this sort of backing we were able to lease a pretty sweet office in the heart of East Berlin and get to work.
A quick side note....
Berlin is amazing, probably my favourite place I have ever lived, it's a true twenty-four-seven city, always somewhere to go, something to do, but unlike most cities, you can do it for next to nothing. The street food is exceptional and it was cheaper to eat out every meal than actually buy groceries. There are parks everywhere and public transport runs on time. What makes it great is the weirdness of it all, one moment you are sipping champagne on the roof of SOHO house, the next you've been invited to a party at a new nigthclub, you arrive and its actually a gay Jewish nightclub that's down twenty flights of stairs in a concrete basement full of smoke. It's so industrial and so alive and like Marbella I feel a pang of sadness watching the rapid gentrification of East Berlin as investors buy up property, push up rents and replace rather than renovate its unique combination of German architecture mixed with concrete elements of communist rule.
During this period we were literally the golden boys of Independent Film in Berlin. Everyone wanted to talk to us from Oscar winning directors and screen writers to every distribution company., actor actress and model. We got all the best tables, invited to all the best parties and people knew who we were and we would get the attention and service normally given to proper celebrities. It felt absolutely unreal.
We had a small team of about 8 of us in the office to help read our script submissions and put together our first slate of films we wanted to produce. Some were our own original concepts, others we optioned for development and some just needed a cash injection to finish production. We literally optioned or commissioned dozens of projects. I would help script edit but I was also in charge of marketing and using a new thing called social media to help raise awareness of our projects to potential fanbases.
This is where once again, it starts to gets complicated. You see Tim was only really willing to bankroll the films he liked himself for artistic reasons. We had plenty of low budget horror and zombie movies we could churn out quickly for easy revenue flow, but Tim was only really interested in financing all the high concept arty stuff. Now, I can slog through pretty much any script and as a writer I consider it a privilege and a duty to finish anything a person has actually managed to finish and submit in the proper format. But some of these projects.. Yeesh.... So far up their own anuses with flowery prose and existentialist crap, I was happy to be done with them. just so I could read another campy vampire romp off the pile on my desk (The record stands at 4 vampire movies submitted in single day as the record).
Anyway we somehow managed to develop a slate of about a dozen projects that Tim liked ranging from the art house pictures he wanted to a few we considered safer financial bets.
Head to TRAILERS to see projects we helped develop and/or finance
Just a little side note here, but if there is a single piece of advice I can offer as a producer it is to never, ever give a first time feature directors final cut of their film, no matter what. Some of these convoluted art house productions we produced could have been workable for a casual audience with some simple editing, but the brick wall you face when confronted by the singular creative vision of a first time auteur is simply not worth the hassle.
These Directors despite often looking like unkempt messes are also all experts in contract law and manage to sneak in the smallest of contract changes that allows them to keep creative control of a project. As such several productions of ours ended up in limbo as they were just too confusing to sell to a distributor and the director wouldn't release the project with the edits we needed. Thus starts years of legal battles where you cannot get hold of the various parties because they have given up their worldly possessions to go film a micro documentary about harvesting kelp in the Atlantic ocean for two years.
But, for the most part it was a very fun and creative few years, I loved the city and I was finally moving away from internet content and becoming more and more involved as a script editor for our various projects.
Then something completely expected happened. The sub prime mortgage crash in the US triggered the global downturn in 2008. Tim's promise to invest in further projects vanished almost over night as his stocks and holdings took a hit. Our other investors vanished into the woodwork as well and we were left with a lot of exposed money in unfinished or undistributed productions.
What people don't know about film finance is that by the time distributors, advertising and various other top tier investors have taken their cut it can take upwards of five years plus before even the most modest amounts of cash start to trickle back to the production company that created the damn thing.
We literally had to go into suspended animation for a couple of years until things improved. Luckily the one project Instinctive Film produced during this torrid time was a very successful apocalyptic survival film called "The Divide". Filmed in Vancouver it found itself in a bidding war with several big distributors and as such made the investors a lot of money from day one.
It helped secure new investment for the company so we could work on a few new films and also start the most ambitious project we would ever attempt. FEAR PARIS.
Part 5: Fear Paris and the beginning of the end
Fear Paris was a horror anthology film like no other, ten stories and ten directors all filming against the gothic backdrop of a warped version of Paris. These directors included Joe Dante, Xavier Gens, Timo Vuerensola to name just a few. The cast had Alfred Molina, Riz Ahmed, Cara Delavine, Peter Stomare amongst others. I was the main writer and script editor for the entire project and it was a very big deal, so big that we threw every available resource we had at it.
Head over to the FEAR PARIS main seciton here.
We dedicated almost two years to its development and by Feb 2012 we were finally ready to begin pre production. Then the worst thing in my creative life happened.
It was the Berlianle film festival and Darryn, Laura Rister (our LA based exec producer) and myself were sat in SOHO house discussing Fear Paris and awaiting the phone call to let us know that production could begin. It was all supposed to be a matter of procedure at this point and we were excited and in high spirits, it was all finally about to happen.
Two hours pass and nothing. At this point I think Darryn and I were deep into our third bottle of Malbec and the enjoyment phase had given way to nervous and deep gulping as we started to realise that something might be amiss. The adrenaline that had been gradually building within me all afternoon had cancelled out the warm fuzzy feeling of the previously excellent wine.
Finally the call arrives and Laura heads outside onto the terrace to take it as phones aren't allowed inside. She returns a few minutes later and calm as a clam she breaks my heart "They have decided to put their money into another project".
It's a 50/50 co production, without company A to escrow half the production budget, company B wont commit either and then it will all come down like a house of cards.
The ramifications take a few moments to settle in as Darryn and Laura begin desperately sending out text messages to their contacts as they try to somehow rectify the situation. They are both incredibly persuasive people, probably the best smooth talking problem fixers I have ever met, they would surely find a way to fix things and get us back on track, its what they were born to do, what they are best at...
Spoiler warning:
They fail
If this were a movie, then about now a trombone shot is just smashing into my worried face. I know what it means... It's over. We are well and truly fucked. What's worse is that I know from both a personal and professional perspective that this would be my peak. I would never get closer to producing my dream film.
An hour later and it's confirmed... Fear Paris is over.
The project could be changed, dates moved about, but all the elements are in place now and we will never again have the current and amazing cast, crew and directors available for our shooting dates. I leave alone almost immediately to go find a local bar so I can drown my sorrows properly, If I had stayed a little longer and left with Darryn I learned I would have gotten to share an elevator with Rod Stewart. What a terrible day.
Over the months and indeed years I edit maybe another 20 versions of the script, most watered down, fewer stories. lower budget. I never feel the same about it again. We have also invested almost a million euros of company capital to get us to this point and it once again leaves us in relatively dire straights.
Something would come along though to save our necks, it always seemed to...
Morgan Kane
Ryan Wiik was an old acquaintance from our teenage days in Marbella. He was Norwegian and probably the most confident person I have ever met in real life. He had caught the acting bug after a small cameo in one of our earliest productions and with his eyes firmly set on superstardom he pitched an audacious plan to a small cadre of Norwegian investors.
He would use his confidence and their money to create the façade of someone who had already made it big in the industry. He rented a house in the Hollywood hills (One that belonged previously to Diana Ross I believe) and pretended he was a powerful movie mogul from Europe. This illusion of grandeur opened all the right doors in all the right places and allowed him to effectively jump several rungs of the Hollywood ladder without any of that horrible business of working hard. He would use his mysterious profile to raise money for his production company and for several years it worked like a charm. He lived the life of a millionaire, drove a Ferrari, dated celebrities whilst all the time spending his investors money and accomplishing precisely nothing.
He did however have one stream of revenue. He had the online, Ebook and film rights to Norway's best selling fictional hero. Morgan Kane a misogynistic gun slinging cowboy from the wild west. The book series consisted of 75 books in a variety of languages and even though he had only formatted one of these books so far, that one book made him 10k a month in sales, such was Kane's popularity. The ultimate goal for Ryan was to play Morgan Kane himself in a series of super high budget feature films.
He wanted us to put together a team to format the remaining books (700+ of them across 20 languages) as quickly as we could, whilst also using our contacts to help find him a director and cast. I was used to formatting large amounts of files from my Marbellalife days, so I learned how to use Ebook formatting software, crunched all the numbers and put together a schedule for converting all the books. I was confident that once we had done a few trial runs we could put out 16 books a week. It literally could not have been simpler.
We pitched Ryan our plans, but there was a snag, Ryan was already in too deep and confided to us that he had spent his investors millions and they were now suing him for fraud. We were his last attempt to salvage something and he couldn't afford to even pay the deposit to secure our services, which was already several long weeks overdue. He was literally asking us to do it all for free. He couldn't even afford to get his flight from Berlin, back to L.A. without our help.
At this point the company could no longer afford to pay my monthly retainer, but I still had plenty of freelance script projects I was working on, so I didn't mind staying put in Berlin for the time being. Unfortunately the building we were living in and also working out of needed us to leave. They had been waiting for almost five years to pay off a tenant so they could finally get the permits to do a full refurb of the building and increase rents. With the old man across from us finally gone (He held out for a six figure sum BTW), they also wanted us gone until the renovation was complete.
The office was packed up and placed in storage. With things so precarious it made sense for all us to work remotely from our homes. Trouble was I was also about to be homeless as well. So I packed my suitcase and grabbed a flight to the UK where my now amazing wife Becky allowed me to stay with her. I thought it was only going to be temporary, but more than anything else in this entire story I am glad that I never was able to return to Berlin as it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
PART 6: Bear Trap - The final hurrah!
"The thing we were most worried about was how we were going to do the special effects for the bear. The Production manager, just laughed at us. "Special FX?!?" We will use a real bear, this is Romania!"
The final project I would work on under the instinctive film Banner was a micro thriller called Bear Trap. I wrote several drafts of the script in a 6 week period and though it was far from my best work, it was certainly the fastest I had written a 90 minute thriller.
It was a snow movie about a father who loses his two children in a blizzard when their car crashes and they are kidnapped by a crazy local woman. There was also a bear that was constantly hunting the father.
The presale presentation I designed is available to download here
We decided to shoot in Romania for several reasons, cost being the main factor and we had a list of things we needed for the production. The thing we were most worried about was how we were going to do the special effects for the bear. The Production manager, just laughed at us on Skype.. "Special FX.. We will use a real bear, this is Romania, they are everywhere. Anyway we have a slightly bigger problem, but I am sure it will be resolved by the time you get here!"
I asked the AI for a photo of me in the mountains of Transylvania with a bear... good job AI. Not bad at all.
I booked my ticket to Bucharest said goodbye to Becky and got on a train to the airport. The Uk was in the grips of a freak hurricane that week, so I ended up missing my flight due to delays and had to spend a horribly cold night in Luton Airport. By the time I finally arrived in Bucharest I had been up about 45 hours.
Even though I was half dead from lack of sleep I could see what the problem was as soon as I started to descend to the airport. Everything was winter brown. Yep, for the first time in the last three decades it hadn't snowed in January in Romania. It was literally the one thing that we were sure would be there for us. Snow, lots of it... lot and lots of snow.
So we had to delay production a few weeks whilst we went looking for the white stuff. Listening anxiously to every news update and weather report in the hope of a whiteout, nothing. This was a good thing initially as we would have time to work on the script, approach actors, work on presales etc.
It still didn't snow, so we ended up location scouting all the way up in a ski resort in Transylvania. But even in the mountains there was only the smallest amount of snow compared to usual. Worse still was that we had been warned not to stray too far off the roads on the edge of the forest as the warmer weather was bringing the local bear population out of hibernation early and they were hungry. This wasn't going well so we headed back to our hotel in Bucharest.
Romania BTW is also great. More amazing local food at great prices, fresh bread to die for with everything and glass steins of cold local beer so large that I wasn't sure whether to drink it or bath in it. The only time I felt slightly worried was when our taxi decided to drive us straight down the train tracks in Bucharest to avoid the congestion at a junction. He said he had picked up Jean Claude Van Damme from his hotel yesterday and Van Damme hadn't been such a pussy about it.
I remained alone in the hotel for the next month whilst Darryn returned to Spain and elsewhere to conduct meetings and try raise the capital we needed to continue. I didn't really know the area and other than answering emails and editing the odd scene when requested I was alone. I felt like Alan Partridge as the hotel was brand new, but usually empty apart from me and the staff on weekdays. The highlight of my daily routine consisted of waking early and trying to competitively out eat myself at the breakfast buffet ( I uusally won.) It was all very dull and repetitive.
When Darryn finally returned a few weeks later nothing had changed, there was still no snow and it was in fact hot enough to be t-shirt weather. Our window to shoot this thing quickly and cheaply was vanishing.
We held an emergency meeting with the production team. There was really only one question. How much would it cost to create the snow we needed artificially?. The cost of doing this was going to be more than double the total amount of the shoots budget. So we decided we would push it until autumn where there was a chance we would have another stab at a cold winter.
The final indignity of this failed trip was when we returned to the hotel later that day.
The Hotel was hosting an International Snooker competition that week and on arrival the manager said if we weren't going to be staying for another 6 weeks they needed one of our rooms back immediately as they could charge ten times the rate we were currently paying. So they moved us into a pokey double room where we lived with our suitcases for the next two days, whilst we use the last of the development money we had to book our flights home.
I returned to England and that was for all intents and purposes the final chapter in a series of unfortunate events. In the space of a year I had come from being a phone call away from achieving my dreams within the industry to arriving home, broken defeated and ready to call it a day.
Everyone who I thought I was close to in the industry sort of drifted away once I moved back to the UK. A year ago my inbox had been full of requests and invites to go for meetings with directors and actors. Now they didn't bother answering.
Film people have always been a fickle lot.
Epilogue: The Wardrobe.
With no desire to work in films, outside of occasional bit of commissioned writing I needed something to do and ended up working in hospitality as it was the quickest job I could find which I had some past experience in. Everyone who has worked in independent films is naturally good at hospitality. I worked at several establishments in town and made GM in both places within a couple of years. I never really told people about what I did before, because I just felt I would fit in better if I didn't mention it. I really enjoyed the change of setting and being amongst people everyday.
I would then leave hospitality to be the live in carer for my father in law who had dementia and then following this passing and bringing us right up to date I spent time working as a chef in a dementia care home.
Until I settled down in the UK, I never realised what a nomadic life I had been leading for the last decade. Never calling anywhere home for more than a few months at a time. I had lived for years out of suitcases with self assembly IKEA clothes rails as my only worldly possession. A trail of anonymous hotel rooms, friends sofas and sleeping bags, endless international travelling for single meetings, a feast or famine lifestyle, frustrating creative decisions and disappointment and so, so, so much time alone.
I finally had a family, a stable income and someone I loved to spend all my life with. When I bought a wardrobe in a winter sale, it was a massive, heavy, beautiful numb thing and became my new favourite material possession, it was the symbol of stability and permanence I had been missing...
I was finally home. - Damian
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