The process diary of film director Glendyn Ivin
Just returned from a ten day commercial shoot through Queensland. Really great experience. Great cast, crew and locations. It really is a spectacular place. Looking forward to getting into the edit next week.
Unexpected beauty reminding me to always be aware, ready and waiting. Have spent the last couple of weeks travelling through Queensland scouting locations for a commercial. Haven't been in the commercial world for quite a while and this project has been a welcoming return.
While visiting my Dads place for the last time my brother and I collected boxes of his slides. Thousands of them. Dad was a keen hobbyist photographer and shot reversal film most of his life. There is going to be some real gold hidden in those boxes.
I'm really keen to find the photographs he shot in the film I made of him after his passed away. (below). I'll definitely cut them into the film if I do.
My Dad passed away a couple of years ago but this week the family all got together finally in Gosford to scatter his ashes and complete the process of saying "Goodbye". The day was a strange mix of feelings but ultimately it was great to see family I don't see that often.
As my Dad's wife Cheryl was in the process of moving, we also visited his house for the last time. I lived in this house for a few years as a kid so there were alot of memories floating around.
I collected a few things; one of my Dads' paintings, boxes of Dads' slides and his diaries where he kept a brief but daily account of everyday since 1961! He also kept books of 'lists' and proverbs and sayings. Dad was quite the documentor!
Years ago at the Berlin Film Festival I was lucky enough to get tickets for a sold out masterclass by legendary editor and sound designer Walter Murch (above). I thought he would give some edit tips, tricks and filmmaking anecdotes but what he talked about was so much more insightful and has influenced and inspired me in countless ways since.
He began his talk by playing an audio clip of a mysterious sound. A rhythmic, muffled and distorted 'pulse'. He asked the audience if anyone could identify what the sound was and no one really could. He then told us that the sound he was playing was a audio recording of the mother's womb, essentially what a baby can hear before they are born.
He explained the ear and the mechanics of how it works forms very early on during gestation. In theory we are aware of sound long before the brain understands what it is. So we have an aural sense long before a visual one. Walter discussed this idea as a way to describe why sound is so 'intuitive' to us. For example, and it's generalised... most people have opinion on what music they like, but find it hard to describe, why they like it. Whereas most 'non creative' people don't really have an aesthetic opinion on images.
He continued his class by showing us some specific scenes from films he had worked on. In particular the Godfather. He wasn't so much interested in discussing the edit, but more the sound design elements. He went on to discuss why sound is arguably more important than vision in cinema. An idea I agree with wholeheartedly, but never really knew why.
Essentially our brains were processing sound from the forming ear long before we were conscious of what it is. Therefore we have a much deeper, more subconscious relationship with the aural world. It's pre-conscience. It affects us emotionally and in ways we find difficult to describe because it's been part of our world long before we could think, let alone speak or see.
I think about this alot.
Spent time shooting ariels of Melbourne for Seven Types Of Ambiguity last week. My hope is that they not only bring some scale and visual continuity to the series but also and more importantly, I hope they bring some of the emotional breadth. Some of the footage looks 'anatomical', like veins or arteries. Maybe in this way the images are more representative of the vastness of the characters physical and emotional worlds. Regardless, It sure was a beautiful up there!
Sad to see one my favourite shops in Brunswick close down (after 47 years of business!). The kids and I nicked named it the 'Baby Ghost Shop' because the dressings always looked like mini ghosts floating in the window. This place is just one of many old business's that seem to be shutting down at the moment.
Below some photos of the 'Baby Ghost Shop' I took a couple of years ago...
Scanning through my Lightroom archive... My eye was drawn to these very similar photos. Whether it be in Swiss Alps or on a film set in Melbourne I'm just trying to take the same photo...