Monday October 5th 2009
“If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?” The Bellamy Brothers. And the ferry man from “Barafundle Bay”
We’ve moved further up the coast to a deep rocky cove called Martin’s Haven, where real little ferry boats cross to some of the islands off the Pembrokeshire coast, where people go bird-watching.
We are shooting the scenes of the boys meeting a strange man selling tickets for the ferry and the scenes on the ferry itself where James (Benedict Cumberbatch) will have a heart to heart with the skipper.
In reality one doesn’t need to cross a ferry to get to Barafundle Bay, but I wanted the journey to have the hint of being an odyssey and meeting this ticket seller (an archytypal gatekeeper) and then the ferryman (an ancient symbol of crossing over from one life to the next.) is part of that goal. I love the idea of these double meanings and symbols throughout. I almost want the boys to look back at each incident and ask themselves if it really happened. By the end of the story the greater questions of whether they should go on or turn back, help James or not, live one way or another are at the heart of the film.
As we build the ticket sellers hut, a shed with a neon sign, plonked on the beach, a young seal rolls around on the shore at our feet as if shamelessly hoping to be cast.
Karl Jonsonn is the ticket seller. He steps into his shed dressed as a gruff old sea dog, but wearing full eye make-up and suddenly looks as though he’s been there for years.
His scene goes well. He and Tom Burke have known each other a long time and off camera they stay in character being funnier than I could ever write them.
When the scene is done we say a reluctant goodbye to Karl and the boys head on to the ferry.
On board, while the other boys fool about, James and the Ferryman (played by the lovely Welsh actor Phillip Madoc) get into a chat about the journey of life. They share something. Neither have long left.
I want the scene to try and remove some of the sentimentality from the script by saying that searching for the definitive answers to the strange questions that life throws up is utterly pointless. Neither man knows what is coming next, neither believes in a higher power necessarily, but the ferryman has worked out that most of the complications we meet are not worth thinking about for a single moment. Finally James asks him if he has had a good life. The ferryman thinks and says “Yes – But then I never asked much of it.”
It is now November 25th 2011.
In between finishing a new script for the Western Edge slate I am sitting doing this Mug7 post. I have reached day 17 of the Third Star shoot diary – the Ferryman scenes. Just reading the call sheet takes me back to the highs and lows of that day in an instant.
The fact is that the film is out on DVD and the ferryman does not appear. It just didn’t work in the final film for many reasons, so we cut it and only the ticket seller remains. The hours spent writing and re-writing the ferryman, the hours casting and filming are all on the cutting room floor.
The ferryman was in the script of ‘Barafundle Bay’ (you can read the scene in the script I posted here ). He isn’t in the film I made along with over a hundred other people – which became ‘Third Star’. In a different reality what difference would this scene have made? Is the film better or worse?
I honestly don’t know. But, what strikes me is that worrying about it is exactly what the ferryman was talking about.
“That’s just life. Get on with it.”
Instead of thinking about it I can choose to remember something else that happened that day.
Despite our cameras and equipment, the neon sign above the funny little shed and his eye make up – a small group of ramblers, genuine members of the public hoping to go over to Ramsay Island, waited, patient and enthralled, while we finished a take and then gingerly stepped forward to buy a ticket from Karl. He duly obliged. Then they made their way to the boat…
I don’t know what happened then. Did we pay them back? I hope so. But it was a bizarre and hilarious incident that is also absent from the film, but where, very briefly, it came alive for us thanks to Karl’s performance.
Film making is great for encouraging the act of ‘moving on’.
In writing, every scene should simply fulfill the need for the next to exist.
Every day shooting on set you have to be thinking in some part about the next. And every film is more experience towards making the next one better.
When problems nagged at me on set, I could watch the boys pushing the cart and it would strike me that life really does go in one direction. Better keep walking…
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