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The stupid-pun-titles continue with the free feature length documentary I've made for JamesBondRadio.com. I wrote, edited and hosted it, so there's no escape I'm afraid.
I get down deep into the subject of film history and the role of the editor; the what, who, why and…when, how to distinguish a dissolve from a fade and how editing has been used to make the Bond films to amazing.
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– Exactly how many stars of Downton Abbey have narrated Bond audiobooks!
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It’s hard to emphasise just how important Ray Harryhausen was to my wanting to be involved in films when I was growing up (arguably something I’ve still not managed to do completely). He seemed to be exactly what I wanted to be, a very important cog in the machine…yet still behind the scenes, almost anonymous.
And he got to work with dinosaurs all day.
I loved dinosaurs as a kid (I had those 2 inch puffy stickers on my bedpost of what artists in the 70’s thought dinosaurs looked like, which was always more interesting than the way they’re rendered today) and, of course, I loved King Kong, fascinated by the movement of the character, the threat, the power, the size, his amazing white, beady eyes. I can totally see why Ray was so affected by it.
I then noticed the incredible creatures in Ray’s films. I loved the wild, hissing, feral dinosaurs in One Million Years BC, the bizarre creatures in the Sinbad films and Clash of the Titans and was totally enthralled when I eventually got to see The Valley of Gwangi ( I remember being heartbroken that the BBC were going to show Gwangi one Sunday afternoon – which excited me all week – only for it to be cancelled and replaced with some stupid comedy at the last minute. It was years before I caught up with it finally).
As a teenager, figuring it was possible to have a career doing something you enjoyed, I bought his Film Fantasy Scrapbook and lapped it up – this was written at a time when Ray didn’t want to give away all his secrets – but I wanted to know more. I wrote to him via his book’s publisher and basically told him “I love your work and I know how it’s done!” which I think mildly bugged him – though he didn’t let on in his polite reply. (In later interviews over the years, I heard him mention “kids today write to me and say ‘I can see the matte lines!’.” That was me! I wanted to impress him that I knew what a travelling matte was! It wasn’t meant disrespectfully.)
I finally saw him in Bristol at the Watershed when he did a talk with the great animator Bob Godfrey. The conversation turned to employment when Bob said that success had meant he could employ more animators, camera operators, colourists and staff.
“How many people did you have working for you, Ray?” Bob asked.
“Just me,” he replied, meekly.
That’s the thing. He did it all, designed the creatures, animated them, re-photographed them, often co-writing the story and, later, co-producing the films. They wouldnt have existed without him. It didn’t go to his head. He remained humble, quiet, even a bit reserved about it all. I didn’t get to meet him that day but I wished I had.
Within a year he was back at the Watershed promoting his first book in 35 years, An Animated Life. This was the book I wanted all along! Resigned to the fact his art was influential but technically passé, he emptied the archives and spilled the beans on how he did it all. It’s one thing to see art that fascinates you when you don’t know how it was achieved, but to be shown the amount of effort it took to produce that art…well, your admiration goes through the roof.
One man did all that.
So I finally got to shake his hand, I was happy. He was a gentle, slow moving chap, but that was almost expected having spent so much if his life thinking and living one frame at a time, imagining the bigger picture as slowed down to 24 movements a second.
(As a side note, queuing behind me to get Ray’s autograph was actor Paul McGann who was there with his son. I bit the bullet and asked Paul if he’d sign Ray’s book for me, too, as “I may never meet you again.”
“That’s a very pessimistic attitude!” he smiled, signing the back page.)
My favourite story of Ray’s was that, as a young man, he had built a multi layered model set for animation with several sheets of glass with intricate illustrations of foliage painted upon them separating the layers, making the forest look deep and lush with vegetation when viewed from the right angle.
Building the set started to annoy him and, when some final issue confronted him, he flung the hammer he was using on to the studio floor in frustration…and watched as, in slow motion, it bounced off the ground and through the elaborately painted sheets of glass. He said he learnt patience that day and vowed never to lose his temper doing something he loved again. I often think of that doing what I do. Which is, thankfully, sort of in the same field. I regularly have to edit things I’ve filmed and key frame things. It’s not on the same level at all but it’s meant I’ve had to do tiny bits of stop motion in the past for various projects. I was quite pleased with the way they came out (they resembled Bagpuss more than Bubo) and decided not to prod good fortune with a stick any further lest I come away disappointed!
One of Ray’s ‘sketches’
The most astonishing aspect of Ray’s career, to me, were is artworks. He made hundreds of highly detailed pencil drawings to help pitch his ideas to studios (so many, in fact, that he released another book in 2009, The Art of Ray Harryhausen). Constantly, throughout this book and his career, he would refer to this awesomely detailed, finely rendered, almost photo realistic works of art as “sketches”. This self-deprecation frustrated me in a wonderful way…a sketch, to me, is a doodle on a napkin in a bar. These are ARTWORKS, Ray! I was quite pleased he didn’t call the book The Sketches of Ray Harryhausen…
Amazingly, in 2008, I was at a revival cinema in London watching Captain Kronos Vampire Hunter (!) when Ray just appeared in the lobby. It was a Hammer film revival event and Ray did work on a (different) Hammer film years earlier. But he wasn’t linked to this film at all. Unannounced, he appeared and sat in the lobby with a drink, shaking people’s hands and signing things. He asked for no money, wasn’t plugging anything, he just wanted to say hi. The screening’s organiser, Don Fearney, who had gone out of his way to fly in the film’s stars Horst Jansen, Jon Cater and Caroline Munro all together for this reunion couldn’t believe that he’d caught an even bigger fish by accident and was as thrilled as everyone else to see him.
So I met him three times. And wrote to him twice. And possibly phoned him when I discovered a ‘R.Harryhaysen’ [sic] in a London phone book (no-one answered, I hung up thanking my stars as I’d have probably died of nerves). And they say never meet your heroes.
Why not, I say, if they’re this charming?
Ray Harryhausen 1920 – 2013
Read Video Watchdog’s Tim Lucas’ far more eloquent tribute to Ray here
The Engine Room in Bridgwater celebrates it’s 10th anniversary yesterday. I was there the day it opened and sipped champagne on the same step ladder in the same room on the same spot I did in 2003 to celebrate the place that has changed my life so much, allowing me to do what I want to so for a living. Here are the cakes.
To all the staff: Here’s to the next 99 years (when the lease runs out).
Visit them at The Engine Room, Brdgwater
A pointless tradition it would be a shame to ignore, here’s our 4th annual Rightsmart Video Christmas Card.
There is a definite theme developing with these vids…and it’s not ‘Christmas’.
This is…a photo of the first day of shooting on the last big edit we’ve done with the tireless assistance of Phil Shepherd at Somerset Film, based in Bridgwater. It’s all pretty much finished (this picture was a taken a month ago).
Now, an admission. I wouldn’t eat without Somerset Film’s assistance. For one thing they find 70% of my work. For another, the soup is in their (Veggie) cafe is lovely…
Stand by for the link to the film itself.
This is Horace. Horace is a pliosaur. They ate squid, fish, ichthyosaurs and, possibly, small children. (I swear I saw some in his stomach whilst I was in there.)
Today, I was filming for/with Biggerhouse Films in Exmouth to promote the Earth Festival 2012. Learn more about Horace and whether or not you could end up inside his stomach by