Archive for December, 2013

December 29th 2013

Sunday, December 29th, 2013
A new year..
The past year has been unexpectedly fruitful: have produced four new drafts of the little girl in Baghdad script, and have completely re-edited the Cannes documentary.
For 2014, I hope to continue to work on the script and to finally complete the documentary.
If possible, I would like to make a start on ingesting the footage I have for a second documentary, and find a way into a new script.
Wishing you peace and love,
Ja’far
A new year..
The past year has been unexpectedly fruitful: have produced four new drafts of the little girl in Baghdad script, and have completely re-edited the Cannes documentary.
For 2014, I hope to continue to work on the script and to finally complete the documentary.
If possible, I would like to make a start on ingesting the footage I have for a second documentary, and find a way into a new script.
Wishing you peace and love,
Ja’far

December 22nd 2013

Sunday, December 22nd, 2013
Filmwise: More notes on the fifth draft of the Little Girl in Baghdad story. Hopefully, I will be able to generate a sixth draft in the next month or so.
Train of children…
Taking the long route to my local cinema, avoiding the festive shopping traffic, I found myself walking behind two ladies and a group of children.
Everytime they came to a puddle of rainwater, the kids would deliberately step into it, drawing gentle reprimands from their respective mothers.
When we were about to walk into the main high street, I noticed ahead of me what looked like a freshly-painted graffiti of a little girl looking up at something she’d written.
The last two of the train of children ahead of me looked at the wall painting, and in a knowing nod, one said, “Banksy!”
Peace and love,
Ja’far
Filmwise: More notes on the fifth draft of the Little Girl in Baghdad story. Hopefully, I will be able to generate a sixth draft in the next month or so.
Train of children…
Taking the long route to my local cinema, avoiding the festive shopping traffic, I found myself walking behind two ladies and a group of children.
Everytime they came to a puddle of rainwater, the kids would deliberately step into it, drawing gentle reprimands from their respective mothers.
When we were about to walk into the main high street, I noticed ahead of me what looked like a freshly-painted graffiti of a little girl looking up at something she’d written.
The last two of the train of children ahead of me looked at the wall painting, and in a knowing nod, one said, “Banksy!”
Peace and love,
Ja’far

December 15th 2013

Monday, December 16th, 2013

Filmwise: I continue to think of possible rewriting avenues to employ in the sixth draft of the little girl in Baghdad story.

Madiba…

Over the past week, I have been following with admiration and respect the many tributes and obituaries of the great and humble man that was Nelson Mandela.

As someone hailing from a country labouring under the weight of pain and discord, I have always yearned for the emergence of men and women who would engender love, brotherhood and sisterhood amongst my people.

Who knows, the widespread retelling of the story of South Africa through the life and biography of Madiba may yet inspire change.

Peace and  love,

Ja’far

December 8th 2013

Sunday, December 8th, 2013

Filmwise: Collating notes on the fifth draft of the little girl in Baghdad screenplay. Have also reviewed the current cut of the Cannes documentary.

“It was a cop-out!”

One of the perks of working for a media company is the opportunity to attend movie preview screenings.

This past week, two colleagues and I were at the new NBCU offices in the West End to watch Old Boy, the US remake of the iconic South Korean film of 2003.

Directed by Spike Lee, starring Josh Brolin,  and featuring the great Samuel L. Jackson, the remake attempts to break free from the shadow of the original, naturally. I will need some time to allow the new version to sink in before deciding the degree of success of the filmmaker to make this his own take on the story.

All in all, where the Chan-Wook Park 2003 film was a visually and dramatically visceral piece that included some fantastically surreal images, the Spike Lee film keeps the drama, but fails to live up to one’s expectations from the director of Do the Right Thing.

As to the new ending chosen in the US version, I am not sure I agree with a fellow audience member who declared to his friends, “it was a cop-out!”

Peace and love,

Ja‘far

December 1st 2013

Sunday, December 1st, 2013
Filmwise: The fifth draft of the little girl in Baghdad screenplay is complete. I am thinking of the changes needed for a new draft. All good.
Soap..
Having completed my short shopping trip on Oxford Street on Wednesday evening, I thought of strolling down Bond Street towards Green Park. At the top of Bond Street, a smiling and friendly young lady offered me a small elegantly wrapped piece of soap.
“Thank you!”
“Where do you come from?”
I obliged by talking a bit about myself. A couple of minutes later, we were at the newly opened soap shop round the corner.
The exuberant prices for face and hand washes began to make sense of the toying with the hair and interest in my personal life deployed by the sales assistant.
As I walked out, apologising for my disinterest in the soap, I wished that she and her other female colleagues were not compelled by their employer to resort to flirting with customers in order to make a sale.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
Filmwise: The fifth draft of the little girl in Baghdad screenplay is done. I am thinking of the changes needed for a new draft. All good.
Soap..
Having completed my short shopping trip on Oxford Street on Wednesday evening, I thought of strolling down Bond Street towards Green Park. At the top of Bond Street, a smiling and friendly young lady offered me a small elegantly wrapped piece of soap.
“Thank you!”
“Where do you come from?”
I obliged by talking a bit about myself. A couple of minutes later, we were at the newly opened soap shop round the corner.
The exuberant prices for face and hand washes began to make sense of the toying with the hair and interest in my personal life deployed by the sales assistant.
As I walked out, apologising for my disinterest in the soap, I wished that she and her other female colleagues were not compelled by their employer to resort to flirting with customers in order to make a sale.
Peace and love,
Ja’far