Hi All,
Great news. Hotel Darklight, slightly more polished and than you may or may not have witnessed before, will be showing for a second time at the IFI:
Please come along and bring your family and friends and help us pay our outstanding bills. Details are below...
IRELAND ON SUNDAY PRESENTS: HOTEL DARKLIGHT
When: Sunday, December 13 @ 1.00 pm
Where: Irish Film Institute, Eustace Street, Temple Bar, Dublin
Hotel Darklight is an exciting feat of no-budget cinematic daring created for this year's Darklight Film Festival, a full length feature film comprising ten short pieces filmed over 6 days in one location. Inspired by Exquisite Corpse, a Victorian parlour game where random words and images are assembled to form a surreal finished product, producers Declan Lynch and Alan Keane brought together ten writers and ten directors to tell a series of discrete tales of the paranormal which would all take place in an eerie Smithfield Hotel. The result is an ingenious, collaborative tour de force.
Lonely Hearts - Writer/Director: Ciaran Foy
Hotel Training - Writer: Maura McHugh Director: Conor McMahon
Prejudice - Writer/Director: Paul Walker
St. Mary - Writers: Gerry Creehan and Paul Markey Director: Brian O'Toole
Play Dead - Writer/Director: James Phelan
Heaven in a Wildflower: Writer: Sinead Fagan Director: Dolores Rice
Regards to the Chef - Writer: Eilis Mernagh Directors: Kian Petit and Ewan Petit
Noughts and Crosses - Writer: Barry McLoughlin Director: Alan Brennan
You Beta Your Bollix -Writer: T.C Director: Ian Whelan
Better the Derval you Know - Writer: Paul Markey Director: Brian O'Toole
This screening will be followed by a Q&A with several of the filmmakers.
Tickets for this screening are priced at €15.
The proceeds will help offset debts incurred by filmmakers and by Darklight in the making of the film.
More info here:
http://www.ifi.ie/cinema/dispfilm_07.asp?filmID=6644&Date=25/11/2009&PageID=15
Monday, November 30, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Hotel Darklight Returns
Hotel Darklight will be showing in December in Dublin. More Details to follow.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Missing Props
Whatever happened to the red boa and the nightdress?
It was safely brought to and received at room 217, Esplanade Hotel.
Alongside a couple of junkets of cheap New Orleans necklaces in a laundry bag.
The curtains lay closed, a large camera fixated over the double bed, as shadows emerged from the corner. The door slammed firm SHUT.
That was the last I saw of the props.
Throughout the day loud and soft noises seeped from the nineteenth century room.As the odd hotel guest paused to wonder, but knew and respected that the door was to remain shut.They walked on down the long corridor, from some a nervous laugh escaping from inside, others in disbelief but not totally traumatised!
The door opened slightly at one stage for a brief ten seconds! The 1st AD reached out his hand to take a sound device and at that point I saw him- the actor, shirtless, and I looked away embarrassed as if I had stumbled onto something that was not mine. And the door shut again.
After fifteen hours of shooting, near midnight,the runners tore through the building carrying lights, cameras and leads.I wandered into 217, but it lay bare, apart from the five flies circling the bedroom light who seemed not to care and two towels strewn over the bathroom sink.
All week, non stop filming as people came and went, the props never appeared. The last day of shooting came to a close and it all went quiet thereafter. I pleaded with reception that if they found a red boa and a nightdress that it was mine- and they assured me that they would let me know amid awkward glances.
In bed on Tuesday morning, asleep I get a call from the producer. Can I go to Chapelizod and collect the lights to bring to Ardmore Studios?, 'Oh and by the way, I got your kettle it's in the suitcase!'- Well thank god for that- I awoke- 'that's my mum's!'
I drive down towards the Phoenix, and arrive at Chapelizod Industrial park, so old it is. I pass an old man wearing a skirt, and another man nearly drove into me because it's my fault for driving down a one way street- as if I knew- where's the sign?,like I had lived here?- even more disturbing were the numerous black and blue bruises on his face- where has this man been???
As I approach the recording studio's I bang on the door. 'Hi I'm Marie, I'm a friend of Alan's, I'm here for the lights'. He removes his hat and I walk straight through, even though I wasn't asked. We find the lights and the flags, and I decide not to take the smoke machine, is this ours?
I leave, and only as I reach the Phoenix park, I remember....The damn suitcase, so all the way back I go, into the industrial park, past the man in the skirt, he's also wearing black knee tights and to Muzzle Music again. 'Hi, I'm Marie and I left a suitcase behind. It has a kettle in it.'Yep there's a suitcase here, with a kettle inside', as he looks at me. 'Thanks' and I walk off. I place the suitcase on the passenger seat and like a person possossed I try tenderly but feeling manic unzip slowly as a mass of red feathers appear in front of me- the missing props!!!
All week, the damn props lay sleeping in a suitcase with no name, and no owner.
Now they rest under my bed waiting for their next adventure.
It was safely brought to and received at room 217, Esplanade Hotel.
Alongside a couple of junkets of cheap New Orleans necklaces in a laundry bag.
The curtains lay closed, a large camera fixated over the double bed, as shadows emerged from the corner. The door slammed firm SHUT.
That was the last I saw of the props.
Throughout the day loud and soft noises seeped from the nineteenth century room.As the odd hotel guest paused to wonder, but knew and respected that the door was to remain shut.They walked on down the long corridor, from some a nervous laugh escaping from inside, others in disbelief but not totally traumatised!
The door opened slightly at one stage for a brief ten seconds! The 1st AD reached out his hand to take a sound device and at that point I saw him- the actor, shirtless, and I looked away embarrassed as if I had stumbled onto something that was not mine. And the door shut again.
After fifteen hours of shooting, near midnight,the runners tore through the building carrying lights, cameras and leads.I wandered into 217, but it lay bare, apart from the five flies circling the bedroom light who seemed not to care and two towels strewn over the bathroom sink.
All week, non stop filming as people came and went, the props never appeared. The last day of shooting came to a close and it all went quiet thereafter. I pleaded with reception that if they found a red boa and a nightdress that it was mine- and they assured me that they would let me know amid awkward glances.
In bed on Tuesday morning, asleep I get a call from the producer. Can I go to Chapelizod and collect the lights to bring to Ardmore Studios?, 'Oh and by the way, I got your kettle it's in the suitcase!'- Well thank god for that- I awoke- 'that's my mum's!'
I drive down towards the Phoenix, and arrive at Chapelizod Industrial park, so old it is. I pass an old man wearing a skirt, and another man nearly drove into me because it's my fault for driving down a one way street- as if I knew- where's the sign?,like I had lived here?- even more disturbing were the numerous black and blue bruises on his face- where has this man been???
As I approach the recording studio's I bang on the door. 'Hi I'm Marie, I'm a friend of Alan's, I'm here for the lights'. He removes his hat and I walk straight through, even though I wasn't asked. We find the lights and the flags, and I decide not to take the smoke machine, is this ours?
I leave, and only as I reach the Phoenix park, I remember....The damn suitcase, so all the way back I go, into the industrial park, past the man in the skirt, he's also wearing black knee tights and to Muzzle Music again. 'Hi, I'm Marie and I left a suitcase behind. It has a kettle in it.'Yep there's a suitcase here, with a kettle inside', as he looks at me. 'Thanks' and I walk off. I place the suitcase on the passenger seat and like a person possossed I try tenderly but feeling manic unzip slowly as a mass of red feathers appear in front of me- the missing props!!!
All week, the damn props lay sleeping in a suitcase with no name, and no owner.
Now they rest under my bed waiting for their next adventure.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Hotel Darklight: diva demands
Plenty of friendships
were ignited in make up room 223,Esplanade Hotel.
Ham, cheese & banana sandwiches washed down
with freshly picked pears.
Needles, pins, big bens and turtles
decorated the walls,
a wardrobe full of clothes.
Crew and cast sat on the bed's
as the directors stood by the door.
Each person contemplating their role,
with hope and passion in their soul,
towards a film with stories to be told
each person playing an important part in
'Hotel Darklight's' rise to life
and it's mission to devour lots of media hype!
were ignited in make up room 223,Esplanade Hotel.
Ham, cheese & banana sandwiches washed down
with freshly picked pears.
Needles, pins, big bens and turtles
decorated the walls,
a wardrobe full of clothes.
Crew and cast sat on the bed's
as the directors stood by the door.
Each person contemplating their role,
with hope and passion in their soul,
towards a film with stories to be told
each person playing an important part in
'Hotel Darklight's' rise to life
and it's mission to devour lots of media hype!
Shooting ends at 27.09.09 at10am
After several weeks of recruiting crew, casting actors, sourcing out locations and mountains of paperwork, ten individual short films were successfully filmed on a tight budget this week to be premiered on October 10th at the Lighthouse cinema in Smithfield.Expectation was high, perfection imperative and agony levels low.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Hotel Darklight QUIZ NIGHT
Fans of darkness, lights and hotels,
We formally invite you all to exercise
your brain cells! Move that blood,
and burn that muscle.
Your main brain game
is to drain your veins of all that data.
Hidden inside, instead of outside!
YOUR SAVING FILM SOUL REQUIRES YOUR
COMMITMENT TOMORROW NIGHT.
23-09-09
Don't disappoint!
Le Cirk bar on Dame st...
8pm----€50/table of 5
Meet and greet the others.
We formally invite you all to exercise
your brain cells! Move that blood,
and burn that muscle.
Your main brain game
is to drain your veins of all that data.
Hidden inside, instead of outside!
YOUR SAVING FILM SOUL REQUIRES YOUR
COMMITMENT TOMORROW NIGHT.
23-09-09
Don't disappoint!
Le Cirk bar on Dame st...
8pm----€50/table of 5
Meet and greet the others.
Hotel Darklight
TEN YEARS OF DARKLIGHT
TEN WRITERS WITH A DREAM
TEN DIRECTORS TO MAKE IT WORK
ONE HOTEL SETS THE SCENE!!
TEN WRITERS WITH A DREAM
TEN DIRECTORS TO MAKE IT WORK
ONE HOTEL SETS THE SCENE!!
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