The light of learning, the pre-human roots of laughter, Jane Fonda (bizarrely) and Saturn returning
Jane Fonda
Yes – the person I’d really like to be is Jane Fonda. I don’t think it’s much to ask. I just watched a programme about her on the Biography channel (ah – the wonder of living with parents who have Sky). I slightly loved her. Actually, massively loved her. Vivacious, beautiful, natural, passionate, a campaigner, humble when she realised she was wrong, fierce when she knows she is right, independent – the list goes on. Oh to be like Jane. I immediately started looking up acting classes online once the programme finished (more Saturn returning searching), and decided to be more active and vocal about the things I believe in. Sometimes I feel a bit scared that I might be wrong, that I don’t know enough information to justify an opinion worthy of expressing, but Jane would have none of that. I might have to change my top heroines list and demote Diane from Cheers to number two position. I love her too.
The End of the Line – some good news and some bad news
I was reading about Sarah Brown’s Twittering habits the other day (there is a link, bear with me) and I learned that, not only was she growing baby strawberries successfully in the Number 10 garden and some other innane stuff, but that she’d been to see a preview of The End Of The Line. This reminded me of the imminent release of this important film, distributed by my friend Oli’s excellet company Dogwoof. Jane would approve of Dogwoof – they distributed The Age of Stupid, Black Gold, and The Devil Came on Horseback. So, the good news is that this film is coming out highlighting the deeply problematic effects of over fishing. And the bad news is, well, the over fishing. I mentioned it to my mum today before she went to the shops to get a week’s supply, which would invariably include some breaded cod. She’d never heard that over-fishing was a threat (too much Biography channel, not enough Discovery). Hopefully, this film will remind mums and shoppers everywhere that we should think twice before buying fish without looking at how and where it is caught and if there are alternatives.
The pre-human roots of language
In happier news, check out this job. This guy gets to tickle apes for a living. Tee hee.
And in other news
Amber, Nisha and I screened our film Welcome to the Big Top privately to a select industry audience at the BFI. It went pretty well, and we’ve got another screening coming up at the Victoria on the 4 July.
Guy’s back in town (yay!), so more music is on the agenda.
Ronny and I are moving – to Leytonstone – to this house (hopefully, if the survey is ok) (but we’re not paying that much for it – phew).
And Rouge and Tripoli is up and running – recovering from a bit of a sprint actually. The beginning of this year saw a ridiculous onslaught of work which, whilst wonderful, was exhausting. More on this to follow. But in a much calmer fashion.
Oh – and finally, check this out: Jim-Haynes.com Yup – what a dude. Ronny, our friend Rach, and I are all going to dinner at his house in Paris at the end of June. Eeeeeee!
Bye now. x
michelle clothier said,
August 11, 2009 at 2:14 pm
hi Rachael! Long time?!
how are you? I stumbled upon your blog and also recently discovered you spoke at last year’s Media Festival (I’m on the board for this year’s fest).
I just wanted to drop you a line to say hi! and catch up really.
All’s going very well at both Livity and Live, and we have a TV production company producing multi-platform youth dramas.
We’re still in Brixton, but in a fab and big warehouse space now, just off the high street. I wonder if you’re ever over this way? Sam and I would love to catch up with you.
Hope all’s good with you.
best, Michelle x