Jul 16, 2013 Film & TV
Grand finalists
Botham Spies, We Might Have to Do Something (crime)
Chess Club, I Got Robots (robot)
Del Sur, The Caretaker (horror)
dr jeckyll, Sleep Clinic (musical)
Egg House, Hibernation (obsessive relationship)
Kaiti Hill, Bungy (crime)
Popup, Sex Crime (crime)
SML Productions, We Run The Night (non-dialogue movie)
The Eh Team, Is Love Enough? (obsessive relationship
Traces of Nut, The Sleeping Plot (crime)
Zebra Crossing Inc, Azanti (non-dialogue movie)
Plus an extra bonus drum roll the the wildcards who made it onto the grand finalist list as Peter Jackson’s picks.
Nightowls, Autocraniotomous (race against clock)
Goodfellas, Broken Silence (crime)
Hybrid Motion Pictures, Paralysis (horror)
For the full list of finalists see 48hours.co.nz
In our March 2013 issue of Metro, Steve Newall spoke to the man behind the filmmaking madness, Ant Timpson.
Tell us a 48-hour horror story, Ant. “Oh man,” says Ant Timpson, organiser of the 48 Hours Furious Filmmaking competition. “The classic one has to be a couple that had a massive blowup, I think on the Saturday, and they split up. And the wife was so pissed that the husband was continuing to do the film that she found other people, rang up and wanted to enter in this team to compete against him, and they both made it to the finals in that city that year. And that was kind of perfect. That was like a TV movie of the week rolling out.”
For the past 11 years, 48 Hours has pushed thousands of people to run around Auckland in small teams each May, desperately trying — and usually succeeding — to make a short film within 48 strictly, sometimes heartbreakingly, enforced hours.
Timpson reckons “the enormous pressure makes you become a better person”. Like the nine-months-pregnant couple that lost all their film on the final day of shoot weekend, and created a one-shot movie assembled in just a few hours that turned out to be one of that year’s best.
Or the fellow who, having drawn “road movie” as the randomly assigned genre he was to film, walked out of the Grey Lynn Bowling Club raring to go, only to find his car stolen. Or “the guy dressed up as Gandhi in underpants in the North Shore with an armed weapon” who sparked an Armed Offenders callout. The only upside here may have been to provide the media with yet another excuse to harangue the probably not-too-bothered Timpson — who’s never seen a downside to publicity via controversy.
Photo by Chris Tse.
