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Here's an article in the UK's guardian that is championing the concept of DIY filmmaking!
The DIY films that vanish without trace
For
every Morris: A Life with Bells On that enjoy success, there are
countless DIY labours of love that will never find an audience. So why
are the studios ignoring Britain's burgeoning indie film industry?
Too niche? … Morris: A Life With Bells On
Here on my desk, hemmed in by coffee mugs and dwarfed by the
computer screen, sits a stack of DVDs: the equivalent of a publisher's
slush of unsolicited manuscripts. So far as I can gather, each disc
contains an independent, DIY British motion picture. DIY in that it is
bereft of a studio and distributor; independent in the sense of being an
orphan. And as they mount up, these discs start to pose a conundrum.
There are simply too many of the things to sit through, and only so much
mileage in writing about films that nobody can actually go and see. So
they sit there silently, taunting me.
Sometimes, against the odds, one of these orphans will break
out of the slush pile. Last Sunday saw the release of Morris: A Life
With Bells On, an amiable mockumentary about an avant-garde morris
dancer who finds fame on the California folk circuit. The film was made
on a budget of £500,000 by the husband-and-wife team of Lucy Akhurst and
Charles Thomas Oldham, who describe it as "a nice film about good
people". On its opening day, it racked up a higher take per screen than
The Soloist, a studio-backed Oscar contender starring Jamie Foxx and
Robert Downey Jr.
Morris is a breakout success story, an underdog made good. Except that it almost didn't pan out that way. After completing the picture, Akhurst and Oldham laid on screenings for the major UK distributors. None of them would touch it. They said it was too small, too niche. Many of them walked out just 10 minutes into the movie. "That was horrible," Akhurst remembers. "That just kills you."
What saved Morris was a trip to the countryside: they organised a tour around the village halls of south-west England, where their film became a word-of-mouth hit. That allowed its makers to bypass the distributors and go straight to the exhibitors. Morris was finally picked up by the Picturehouse cinema chain, which agreed to roll it out on wider release, beginning last week.
So Akhurst and Oldham are entitled to feel vindicated. They argue that the distributors missed a trick by passing on Morris. The industry is too blinkered, they say, too London-centric; too intent on chasing an illusory 16-24 demographic at the expense of an untapped older audience in the regions.
The paradox here is that a gentle, old-fashioned indie may well be the riskiest indie of them all for the industry – if not the audience. "Nobody is thinking of the audience," says Akhurst. "The general public goes to the cinema to be entertained, whereas the people in the industry are looking for something different. It's the equivalent of someone who works in the wine trade. They want some difficult, faecal rioja as opposed to a decent, buttery chardonnay." And by this, she means the critics as well as the distributors.
Oldham agrees. "I never saw Morris as a high-risk project," he marvels. "We pitched this as Spinal Tap meets The Full Monty by way of Calendar Girls, and you can't get more mainstream than that. But the problem is that the film celebrates a part of England that rarely gets celebrated. Maybe the industry needs to take its Soho hat off."
Akhurst and Oldham decided against entering Morris on the festival circuit, partly because it costs too much to do so, partly because it is not an obvious festival movie ("It would be like entering Mamma Mia! at Cannes"). Then again, the festival scene no longer provides the reliable launchpad it once did. Last month's Toronto film festival was described by one commentator as "an indie bloodbath", as the recession forced many independent producers to sell their wares for next to nothing.
Here in the UK, the Raindance film festival (which kicked off on Wednesday) at least remains something akin to a safe haven. Elliot Grove, who founded the event in 1993, explains that there are 11 homegrown DIY features in this year's line-up, up from six or seven in previous years. The most notable of these is Colin, a British zombie movie reported to have had a budget of just £45. Its director, Marc Price, says he made it in part to inspire other wannabe film-makers; to make them think: "If this arsehole can do it, I can do it."
Grove insists this is actually a good time for DIY cinema. Quality is up, and the cost of making movies is down. Even so, he sees few signs of a commercial breakthrough for any of the movies. "You have to remember that 96% of cinemas are controlled by the studios, and the studios don't want to show films they haven't made. But it works the other way, too. Ask the public to choose between two films – a glossy Hollywood one and an unsung British one – and nine out of 10 will go for the Hollywood one. That culture is not about to change. Independent film is always going to be niche."
At this point I decide I have been taunted for far too long. The DVD stack is still sitting among the coffee mugs, gently gathering dust. There is only one thing for it. I pluck a disc from the middle and slot it into the computer's DVD player.
The film is called Behind the Scenes of Total Hell. It was made for £2,000 and, like Morris, is a mockumentary (this, clearly, is the DIY film-makers' genre of choice). Behind the Scenes follows the fortunes of an inept director, Jamie Gunn, a man "misunderstood, by himself". And guess what: it is actually pretty funny. It may also be an apt summary of the pitfalls of shooting an independent motion picture.
But what is to become of it? Its creator, Newcastle-based Andy Wilton, says he has arranged a premiere at his local cinema. After that, the film can be downloaded from his website for a charge of £2.50. It will almost certainly not be going on general release. "In hindsight, I think I was a bit naive," Wilton says. "I thought I could do it all myself, but I had no game plan. Sales agents and distributors all say the same thing: 'We won't take a film that costs less than $1m,' or 'We won't take it if it doesn't star Brad Pitt.' I thought the film would be good enough that someone would take it off my hands. But no one's bitten them off as yet."
Talk to the makers of Morris and of Behind the Scenes of Total Hell and they will sing from the same hymn sheet. The process of making movies is actually getting easier, and there are now so many more platforms to screen them on. Yet there is no overriding strategy, no distribution system to knit it all together. A crucial piece of the jigsaw appears to be missing.
Back in London, Liz Rosenthal runs Power to the Pixel, an organisation that aims to help independent film-makers navigate a changing, digital terrain. The business, she says, is in a mess. "It's the classic best of times/worst of times. There is now an infinite space to show your work, and the film industry is an old business model, desperately trying to catch up. If you are a traditional distributor, it costs a lot to release a movie, so obviously they want to go with what they know and think is low risk. Every film-maker still wants a theatrical release, but there are thousands of films being made. They can't all expect to find a space."
Rosenthal feels the problem lies as much with the independent British film-maker as it does with the distributors. "Getting films out in the world has always been harder than actually making them," she says. "But people still have the tendency to think, 'Oh, I make films and that's that.' You can't just finish a film and think, 'Here it is. Take it off my hands.' The best independent film-makers don't just make a film in isolation; they are an integral part of the entire process. They build a fanbase and target an audience. They form groups and communities. And that's not being tawdry: that's being creative." One might also argue that it is part and parcel of being independent: a focus group, film-maker and push-button publisher rolled into one.
In the meantime, the world premiere of Behind the Scenes of Total Hell is set for next Sunday at the Tyneside cinema in Newcastle. This, coincidentally, is the same venue at which Jamie Gunn's disastrous film-within-a-film received its own unveiling. A handful of people showed up, the movie was derided and the director carted off to a psychiatric institution. One hopes for a better outcome for Wilton's mockumentary. But who can say? It wouldn't be the first low-budget, British independent film to die a quiet, lonesome death. Sure as hell, it won't be the last.
- Morris: A Life With Bells On
- Production year: 2009
- Country: UK
- Cert (UK): 12A
- Runtime: 101 mins
- Directors: Lucy Akhurst
- Cast: Charles Thomas Oldham, Greg Wise, Naomie Harris, Olivia Colman, Sir Derek Jacobi
Morris is a breakout success story, an underdog made good. Except that it almost didn't pan out that way. After completing the picture, Akhurst and Oldham laid on screenings for the major UK distributors. None of them would touch it. They said it was too small, too niche. Many of them walked out just 10 minutes into the movie. "That was horrible," Akhurst remembers. "That just kills you."
What saved Morris was a trip to the countryside: they organised a tour around the village halls of south-west England, where their film became a word-of-mouth hit. That allowed its makers to bypass the distributors and go straight to the exhibitors. Morris was finally picked up by the Picturehouse cinema chain, which agreed to roll it out on wider release, beginning last week.
So Akhurst and Oldham are entitled to feel vindicated. They argue that the distributors missed a trick by passing on Morris. The industry is too blinkered, they say, too London-centric; too intent on chasing an illusory 16-24 demographic at the expense of an untapped older audience in the regions.
The paradox here is that a gentle, old-fashioned indie may well be the riskiest indie of them all for the industry – if not the audience. "Nobody is thinking of the audience," says Akhurst. "The general public goes to the cinema to be entertained, whereas the people in the industry are looking for something different. It's the equivalent of someone who works in the wine trade. They want some difficult, faecal rioja as opposed to a decent, buttery chardonnay." And by this, she means the critics as well as the distributors.
Oldham agrees. "I never saw Morris as a high-risk project," he marvels. "We pitched this as Spinal Tap meets The Full Monty by way of Calendar Girls, and you can't get more mainstream than that. But the problem is that the film celebrates a part of England that rarely gets celebrated. Maybe the industry needs to take its Soho hat off."
Akhurst and Oldham decided against entering Morris on the festival circuit, partly because it costs too much to do so, partly because it is not an obvious festival movie ("It would be like entering Mamma Mia! at Cannes"). Then again, the festival scene no longer provides the reliable launchpad it once did. Last month's Toronto film festival was described by one commentator as "an indie bloodbath", as the recession forced many independent producers to sell their wares for next to nothing.
Here in the UK, the Raindance film festival (which kicked off on Wednesday) at least remains something akin to a safe haven. Elliot Grove, who founded the event in 1993, explains that there are 11 homegrown DIY features in this year's line-up, up from six or seven in previous years. The most notable of these is Colin, a British zombie movie reported to have had a budget of just £45. Its director, Marc Price, says he made it in part to inspire other wannabe film-makers; to make them think: "If this arsehole can do it, I can do it."
Grove insists this is actually a good time for DIY cinema. Quality is up, and the cost of making movies is down. Even so, he sees few signs of a commercial breakthrough for any of the movies. "You have to remember that 96% of cinemas are controlled by the studios, and the studios don't want to show films they haven't made. But it works the other way, too. Ask the public to choose between two films – a glossy Hollywood one and an unsung British one – and nine out of 10 will go for the Hollywood one. That culture is not about to change. Independent film is always going to be niche."
At this point I decide I have been taunted for far too long. The DVD stack is still sitting among the coffee mugs, gently gathering dust. There is only one thing for it. I pluck a disc from the middle and slot it into the computer's DVD player.
The film is called Behind the Scenes of Total Hell. It was made for £2,000 and, like Morris, is a mockumentary (this, clearly, is the DIY film-makers' genre of choice). Behind the Scenes follows the fortunes of an inept director, Jamie Gunn, a man "misunderstood, by himself". And guess what: it is actually pretty funny. It may also be an apt summary of the pitfalls of shooting an independent motion picture.
But what is to become of it? Its creator, Newcastle-based Andy Wilton, says he has arranged a premiere at his local cinema. After that, the film can be downloaded from his website for a charge of £2.50. It will almost certainly not be going on general release. "In hindsight, I think I was a bit naive," Wilton says. "I thought I could do it all myself, but I had no game plan. Sales agents and distributors all say the same thing: 'We won't take a film that costs less than $1m,' or 'We won't take it if it doesn't star Brad Pitt.' I thought the film would be good enough that someone would take it off my hands. But no one's bitten them off as yet."
Talk to the makers of Morris and of Behind the Scenes of Total Hell and they will sing from the same hymn sheet. The process of making movies is actually getting easier, and there are now so many more platforms to screen them on. Yet there is no overriding strategy, no distribution system to knit it all together. A crucial piece of the jigsaw appears to be missing.
Back in London, Liz Rosenthal runs Power to the Pixel, an organisation that aims to help independent film-makers navigate a changing, digital terrain. The business, she says, is in a mess. "It's the classic best of times/worst of times. There is now an infinite space to show your work, and the film industry is an old business model, desperately trying to catch up. If you are a traditional distributor, it costs a lot to release a movie, so obviously they want to go with what they know and think is low risk. Every film-maker still wants a theatrical release, but there are thousands of films being made. They can't all expect to find a space."
Rosenthal feels the problem lies as much with the independent British film-maker as it does with the distributors. "Getting films out in the world has always been harder than actually making them," she says. "But people still have the tendency to think, 'Oh, I make films and that's that.' You can't just finish a film and think, 'Here it is. Take it off my hands.' The best independent film-makers don't just make a film in isolation; they are an integral part of the entire process. They build a fanbase and target an audience. They form groups and communities. And that's not being tawdry: that's being creative." One might also argue that it is part and parcel of being independent: a focus group, film-maker and push-button publisher rolled into one.
In the meantime, the world premiere of Behind the Scenes of Total Hell is set for next Sunday at the Tyneside cinema in Newcastle. This, coincidentally, is the same venue at which Jamie Gunn's disastrous film-within-a-film received its own unveiling. A handful of people showed up, the movie was derided and the director carted off to a psychiatric institution. One hopes for a better outcome for Wilton's mockumentary. But who can say? It wouldn't be the first low-budget, British independent film to die a quiet, lonesome death. Sure as hell, it won't be the last.
