Written, directed, produced and edited by Jeremy Dylan.
When a nerdy skiffle loving redhead discovers he's a wizard, he must travel to Australia and learn magic under the tutelage of eccentric Bavarian filmmaker Werner Herzog while battling the machinations of the evil Lord Emmerich.
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Thursday, July 29, 2010
I'll take one very tall man with a bent nose, please.
In case you're wondering, yes Stephen Fry is narrating Benjamin Sniddlegrass and the Cauldron of Penguins. I sat down with the man I've idolized since I was prepubescent this afternoon and laid down the track. He was as lovely as you might expect, his performance exceeded my wildest expectations and he pronounced the script 'very funny'. Well, if that didn't just make my year.
He also suggested I rope Michael Sheen in for a cameo, as he not only can play anyone but is a friend of Wittertainment. Perhaps he'd be up for portraying a sociopathic wizard with the head of a gorilla?
Monday, June 21, 2010
A video sneak peak!
We're giving you a sneak peak at 'Benjamin Sniddlegrass and the Cauldron of Penguins'!
In this scene from the film, Benjamin dreams about watching his boyhood idols - Johnny Leroy and the Impulsives - perform, and his dream is invaded by the sinister Lord Emmerich.
Starring Andrew Griscti, Jon Sewell, Riley Maher and Tim Sampson.
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In this scene from the film, Benjamin dreams about watching his boyhood idols - Johnny Leroy and the Impulsives - perform, and his dream is invaded by the sinister Lord Emmerich.
Starring Andrew Griscti, Jon Sewell, Riley Maher and Tim Sampson.
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In the Wittertainment Nerve Centre
Saturday June 19
I'm writing this outside at the Southbank near Waterloo Station, where someone appears to have erected a large garish ferris wheel.
Spent the morning at BBC Television Centre, where a lovely FiveLive producer named David Braithwaite took me into the Wittertainment Nerve Centre and I sat in with them for the duration of the programme. The operation there runs at the speed an precision of a good Rude Goldberg Machine - sorting through emails, printing the good ones, highlighting paragraphs, organising them by topics, picking up interesting tweets (you'll be comforted to know that it is indeed Dr Mayo running the Wittertainment twitter, with the occasional contribution from Dr K on his laptop), patching in the various News and Sport related interlopers. There's a small crew of extremely hard working and pleasant people on the job there - and they laugh at all the same gags we do - including the flappy hand action.
Dr K bolted straight after the recording - he muttered something about napalm and the Pirates 4 production office, but I didn't quite catch it - but Dr Mayo stopped in to say Hello and check up on the progress of the Frankenstein's monster that he and Mark have unintentionally wrought. He seemed a little bemused at my lack of interest in the football, told me it was a long way to come to watch a radio programme being recorded (I thought it was perfectly justifiable - and hopefully a tax write off) and wished me good luck with my totally insane enterprise. Disconcertingly, he looks younger than I do. Perhaps it's the 'Born Again Floozies' T-shirt. He suggested to me via Twitter that it might be time to erect the 'Benjamin Sniddlegrass Theme Park'. There's a big grassy area near my hotel that doesn't seem to be getting used for anything - the sign nearby says 'Hydepark'. Will have to get in touch with the local authority.
I have to say this London trip is all panning out rather well so far. I've got some good exterior shooting done (some of the grounds of Fairport Academy and Benjamin's childhood home), got into the FiveLive studios without having to disguise myself as Danny Baker and last night I performed a kazoo solo at Royal Festival Hall*.
Anyway, I'll keep you all posted as the trip continues. Ta for now.
Jeremy Dylan
Aged 20
London, England
*to answer the inevitable questions:
1. I played 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.
2. Hopefully you'll be able to hear it when the next series of I'm Sorry, I Haven't A Clue airs, assuming I don't get edited out of the broadcast.
I'm writing this outside at the Southbank near Waterloo Station, where someone appears to have erected a large garish ferris wheel.
Spent the morning at BBC Television Centre, where a lovely FiveLive producer named David Braithwaite took me into the Wittertainment Nerve Centre and I sat in with them for the duration of the programme. The operation there runs at the speed an precision of a good Rude Goldberg Machine - sorting through emails, printing the good ones, highlighting paragraphs, organising them by topics, picking up interesting tweets (you'll be comforted to know that it is indeed Dr Mayo running the Wittertainment twitter, with the occasional contribution from Dr K on his laptop), patching in the various News and Sport related interlopers. There's a small crew of extremely hard working and pleasant people on the job there - and they laugh at all the same gags we do - including the flappy hand action.
Dr K bolted straight after the recording - he muttered something about napalm and the Pirates 4 production office, but I didn't quite catch it - but Dr Mayo stopped in to say Hello and check up on the progress of the Frankenstein's monster that he and Mark have unintentionally wrought. He seemed a little bemused at my lack of interest in the football, told me it was a long way to come to watch a radio programme being recorded (I thought it was perfectly justifiable - and hopefully a tax write off) and wished me good luck with my totally insane enterprise. Disconcertingly, he looks younger than I do. Perhaps it's the 'Born Again Floozies' T-shirt. He suggested to me via Twitter that it might be time to erect the 'Benjamin Sniddlegrass Theme Park'. There's a big grassy area near my hotel that doesn't seem to be getting used for anything - the sign nearby says 'Hydepark'. Will have to get in touch with the local authority.
I have to say this London trip is all panning out rather well so far. I've got some good exterior shooting done (some of the grounds of Fairport Academy and Benjamin's childhood home), got into the FiveLive studios without having to disguise myself as Danny Baker and last night I performed a kazoo solo at Royal Festival Hall*.
Anyway, I'll keep you all posted as the trip continues. Ta for now.
Jeremy Dylan
Aged 20
London, England
*to answer the inevitable questions:
1. I played 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.
2. Hopefully you'll be able to hear it when the next series of I'm Sorry, I Haven't A Clue airs, assuming I don't get edited out of the broadcast.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Behind the Cauldron Blog: London Calling!
June 14, 2010
Hello cauldronites! Jeremy Dylan here - writer/director/producer/editor/bon vivant and general renaissance man of the Australian independent film industry.
It's been suggested to me that, since I've already got a blog happening here, why not turn it into a behind-the-scenes diary on the making of the film. So here we are. Normally, one would start this, say, at the idea stage, rather than after shooting has begun, but as I've always said: 'If something's worth doing, it's worth starting late and writing at 2am the morning it's due'. That philosophy served me well with high school English assignments, so I don't see why I shouldn't employ it here.
I'm writing this initial entry on an airplane on my way to London, where I hope to shoot some location footage for the film. If it all goes according to plan, I'll also worm my way into the 5Live studios this Saturday and maybe even say 'Hello to Jason Isaacs and David Morrissey'.
I'm sharing the aircraft with a small party of Orthodox Jews, who look like they're auditioning for an Israeli musical about the career of ZZ Top, a flight attended who looks like Lily Allen and a bloke in premium economy who looks like Sam Neill. Oh, hang on, that is Sam Neill. Blimey Charlie! I'm on the same airplane as the finest actor New Zealand's ever produced! ... I hope Russell Crowe isn't reading this.
EDITED TO ADD: In actual fact, I met Russell Crowe on my 12th birthday. He was very personable, we talked about music for a few minutes (at no point in the conversation did he accuse me of having 'dead ears'), then I picked up my bag and left. He's a big country music fan.
Anyways... Sam Neill's on my plane! Not even in London yet and already the thespians are popping out of the woodwork. I considered accosting him and asking him to play the narrator - or even voice one of the penguins - but decided against it. Being harassed by some bequiffed lunatic in a Harrington jacket would probably spoil his day a little.
Now I'm going to sample the inflight entertainment system - depressing B&W documentaries about Liverpool here I come! Or perhaps they might even have Charles Dickens's England?
Hello cauldronites! Jeremy Dylan here - writer/director/producer/editor/bon vivant and general renaissance man of the Australian independent film industry.
It's been suggested to me that, since I've already got a blog happening here, why not turn it into a behind-the-scenes diary on the making of the film. So here we are. Normally, one would start this, say, at the idea stage, rather than after shooting has begun, but as I've always said: 'If something's worth doing, it's worth starting late and writing at 2am the morning it's due'. That philosophy served me well with high school English assignments, so I don't see why I shouldn't employ it here.
I'm writing this initial entry on an airplane on my way to London, where I hope to shoot some location footage for the film. If it all goes according to plan, I'll also worm my way into the 5Live studios this Saturday and maybe even say 'Hello to Jason Isaacs and David Morrissey'.
I'm sharing the aircraft with a small party of Orthodox Jews, who look like they're auditioning for an Israeli musical about the career of ZZ Top, a flight attended who looks like Lily Allen and a bloke in premium economy who looks like Sam Neill. Oh, hang on, that is Sam Neill. Blimey Charlie! I'm on the same airplane as the finest actor New Zealand's ever produced! ... I hope Russell Crowe isn't reading this.
EDITED TO ADD: In actual fact, I met Russell Crowe on my 12th birthday. He was very personable, we talked about music for a few minutes (at no point in the conversation did he accuse me of having 'dead ears'), then I picked up my bag and left. He's a big country music fan.
Anyways... Sam Neill's on my plane! Not even in London yet and already the thespians are popping out of the woodwork. I considered accosting him and asking him to play the narrator - or even voice one of the penguins - but decided against it. Being harassed by some bequiffed lunatic in a Harrington jacket would probably spoil his day a little.
Now I'm going to sample the inflight entertainment system - depressing B&W documentaries about Liverpool here I come! Or perhaps they might even have Charles Dickens's England?
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