Following in the footsteps of some of the early drama work of the company, the Bus was turned into a mobile film-making unit for the summer to create a series of short films, using all the ingredients of a normal arts playscheme – games, drama, paint, showing off, food and a celebration but adding media to the mix. The Bus would turn up ‘on location’ on the Monday morning and the ‘film crew’ would set out their chairs and various pieces of equipment and wait. There was little in the way of advance publicity – the week before film scouts may have be seen in the local area, looking for locations for the shoot, putting up a few select posters, but relaying mostly on word of mouth. Before long, local kids would gather at the site and enquire what they were doing.
“We’re here on location. We’re shooting a film this week”
“What’s it about?”
“Well, we don’t have the full story yet. We’ve only got the title. We’re waiting for the script – and the actors. They were supposed to be here at 11…”
Of course, the actors never turned up, neither did the other technicial teams. There was clearly a crisis unfolding. Cue the Director, getting increasingly red-faced and frantic on phone:
‘What do you mean, they’re stranded in Belgium!! And where’s the script? You posted it two weeks ago? C’mon, you’re having me on! I’m on a deadline here!”
Making a film could be full of pitfalls, especially in the scripting stages, as this particular conversation (recorded for the Annual Report) illustrates.
Playworker: What’s this scene about?
Girl: Well, it’s a picture of a caveman hitting a cavewoman on the head with his club and dragging her back to his cave cos she won’t do what’s she’s told.
Palyworker: Hang on a minute, I’d don’t think I’d let someone do that to me…
Girls friend: Neither would I.
Playworker: Look, what would you do if a boy came up to you while we’re filming and thumped you just because he’s a caveman?
Girl: I’d thump him back of course.
Girls Friend: So would I.
Playworker: Well then…
Girl: But it’s not like that in films.
Girls Friend: It is in ours…