Damn – it turns out that the Youtube version of The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon was unauthorised. Richard Gale, the creator, popped by the comments of the last post to explain. If you missed it…
I’m the writer/director of The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon. I’m happy to see you enjoyed it so much! The video on You Tube was an unauthorized upload, I had to remove it as the film is still playing exclusively in film festivals. I will be doing an Official online release of the film in a few months, and would love it if you could link to the spoonkiller again at that time! In the meantime, info about my film can be found at www.richard-gale.com
And I intend to do so, because it’s relentlessly funny, you’ll love it, and Richard deserves all the credit and attention it will bring.
Pirates are arseholes.
If you’re in the vicinity of the following festivals in the next few weeks, I promise you, this movie is worth going along for alone.
Fantasia Film Festival, Montreal, July 10th – August 3rd
Toronto After Dark Film Festival, Toronto, August 14th – 21st
Sao Paulo International Short Film Festival, Sao Paulo, August 20th – 28th
In other news, I have now established that what makes me a reasonably effective runner is not stamina, or speed, or good running form, but the ability not to stop for anything, even when it’s a really, really good idea to do so. At the end of last week, while stretching after circuit training, something strained in my left glute (or “arse” if you prefer the correct medical terminology). It was only for a second, and vanished instantly. It’s been fine since then, and I forgot about it.
Until about a hundred feet into tonight’s five mile run, where it reintroduced itself enthusiastically. Did I stop running? No, I did not. I ran up a steep hill instead, thinking if it isn’t better by the top, I’ll go home. And at the top, it was slighty better. Did it occur to me that this might be because I’d stopped running up a steep hill? I did not.
It stayed with me the whole way round, a sharp pain, uncomfortable, but not such that I couldn’t run at all. I shortened my stride, resigned myself to a slow night, and made the course.
Then I stopped running, and oh my, I could barely stand. It seems that the glute (or “arse”) is only willing to support me while my stride is that particular length, at that particular speed, which is bloody picky of it if you ask me. Painkillers are kicking in now, so I’m no longer hobbling like I’m recovering from a hip op, but I’ve a feeling there’s going to have to be recovery time.
Which is annoying, frankly.