Back in October I spent a bizarre weekend making an odd, abstract horror with my friends Ben and Paul. As it never got entirely finished that weekend here’s a fun montage to give the general mood.
The story was a bit convoluted but can be summarised thus: Ben and myself put a sack on Paul’s head and beat him up in a dirty old chicken shed in the dark, genius I’m sure you’ll agree.
This was the same dirty old chicken shed we had filmed parts of the Bolivian film in over the summer, however in October it was a lot darker and colder, still at least I wasn’t in my underpants and a Nazi helmet this time. As the chicken shed is in the middle of a field surrounded by houses we were hoping we wouldn’t draw their attention, I didn’t want to try and explain why Paul was tied to a chair, gagged, covered in blood with a bag over his head, more worryingly why Ben and I were wearing tights on our heads.
We spent the next day at Ben’s trying to make scary images with a load of weird stuff like pigs’ ears, silly string & talcum powder. Along the way we discovered it’s actually quite hard to breathe through tights and boiling hot custard and that pigs’ ears and silly string in water isn’t scary, it just bastard stinks!
Another pleasant discovery was that if you cover a balloon in latex, pop it, fill it with red coloured gunk and squeeze, it looks like a prolapsed rectum (according to Paul who apparently knows someone whose mate’s mate knows someone’s mate whose cousin’s mate’s dad’s best friend’s rectum exploded in his kitchen), although I’m still not sure how scary a big fat hell rectum is.