The final tally – 225 new sound snippets to improve our
aural landscape. The odd line of dialogue with too much noise on it, grunts and groans from various bludgeonings, swathes of zombie growls,
screaming, weeping and manic laughing. And three bonus lines of dialogue to assist the more
confused viewer through the final act.
Hampshire has already said another fond farewell to the delicious
acting prowess of Rachel, Joe, Simon, Shami, Eric, Danny and Jade, and it was
the incomparable Jim Sweeney that was the last through Dale-the-music’s
Southampton studio, flying down from Glasgow yesterday just to swear into a
microphone.
One of our deliverables for international sales is a
re-written screenplay, with the original dialogue swapped out with the actual
lines spoken in the movie. It's an essential document for subtitling and dubbing the
film for foreign markets. When I got onto this couple of weeks back, I had
naively assumed that this would be a fairly simple exercise – after all, Jake and
I went to a lot of trouble finessing the dialogue before the shoot to make the
lines trip easily and effectively out of the mouths of the actors. Surely a
professional respect for the written word would ensure only minor deviations
from the page?
This, it seems, is not how it works. Seven hours later and I
had effectively re-transcribed the entire movie from scratch. And it was a
hell of a lot better than the one we wrote.
But along the way I did get some interesting insights into
the acting process.
Regular attendees to the blog will know that Jim plays a
character called Mac in the film – a veteran soldier with a voracious appetite
for a very specific brand of zombie carnage. And an uncanny ability to cut
directly to the insult. My recent exertions transcribing the film into Final
Draft allowed access to some enlightening statistics: Mac has 888 words of
dialogue, and the highest swearing-to-rest-of-sentence ratio of any character.
And this was just the swearing that Final Draft’s profanity filter could
identify – the vaginas, head-raped cock-parks and cock-in-anuses have all
unwittingly passed through the algorithm with an official safe-for-PG-viewing
stamp.
And so it came as quite a surprise to me to find that Jim
had somehow secreted another twenty 'fucks' into the film above and beyond
those allotted in the screenplay. Mac now defaults to dropping in expletives
where a lesser man would use a comma, and probably means that any future
trailer cut for universal viewing won’t feature the big man with his mouth open
at any point.
Although, to be fair, Jake and I didn’t go out of our way to
help. After getting Jim to roar repeatedly at an empty Southampton graveyard to 'shut the fuck up' (Charmed Apocalypse’s new preferred quiet outdoors spot –
see the earlier
blog entry for the problems we had with Rachel and Joe), our final act in
the studio before dropping him back at the airport was to record some
personalised Mac-based ringtones for our high-rolling IndieGoGo contributors. It
was one of the perks we offered, courtesy of Zombie Resurrection’s 'swearing connoisseur'.
Some advanced warning to Marty, Debbie, Adam, Andy and Chris
– better not assign these to anybody in your phone book that might call you
when you’re in a public place. One for when the mother-in-law rings, I
recommend. Incarcerated.
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