An 87-year-old filmmaker wonders whether a deity will appear or whether existence will end in a void, and worries that humanity of 7.5 billion people constitutes a plague overwhelming the planet. Childhood memories include eating Hovis bread with cherry jam and butter and directing five Hovis commercials, including the famous boy-walking-up-the-hill advert shot near Halifax. Plans include returning to that area to shoot a war movie about the Battle of Britain. Age has refined filmmaking techniques, enabling operation of eight to 11 cameras, finishing films in far fewer days, and mentally storyboarding to increase efficiency. Longtime tennis playing ended after recent knee replacements.
Who's up there. He'd better show himself shortly, because we're getting into a terrible mess down here. I mean, we are the fucking plague, 7.5 billion people, we can't handle the planet. As you get older, you do wonder: is it going to be a guy with a long beard and long, flowing white robes, or is it just going to be a void? I don't dwell on it. It's weird.
No. But I ate enough Hovis as a kid in Stockton-on-Tees, with cherry jam and butter, toasted holy shit. I did five Hovis commercials. They were all classics. The most famous is the boy walking up the hill. The first one I shot up near Halifax, in a mining town. Oddly enough, I might go back up there to do my next movie, which is a war movie [Battle of Britain], so I'm well versed in the area.
What happens providing you sustain all your marbles is that you refine your game. I can now work eight to 11 cameras. I finished my latest film in 34 days. It would normally be 60. Gladiator was 48; normally, 100. I've learned to formulate and predetermine, plan on paper and storyboard in my head. That's why it's so efficient. My game was tennis. I've just had my final knee replacement.
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