Showing posts with label Michael Fassbender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Fassbender. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Danny Dyer: Legend!

The Real Football Factories (2006) The first in a series of documentaries Dyer made about football hooligans in England and abroad

"Nick [Love, director of The Football Factory] resented it and asked why I was doing it. I said, 'Money. That's why I'm doing it. Do you think I give a fuck about hooligans? You think I want to run around the fucking world - Brazil, Poland - standing under archways, waiting for balaclava'd fat cunts? No, but I'm getting paid £200,000 for six weeks' work and it's bought me a house!"

"In a way it was a sell-out. I gave away 'me'. Tom Hardy isn't going to do that, Fassbender isn't going to do that."

From The Films Of Danny Dyer by Jonathan Sothcott and James Mullinge.

Fagburn loves Danny. x

Monday, 30 January 2012

Shame: My Brother Makes The Noises For The Talkies


'Last summer, I was invited to do ADR for Shame. At the time, we knew nothing about the film. My agent said: "It involves sexual sounds. Do you mind?" I said: "No, it's just a job. It's fine."
'The sound engineer kept the sexual stuff till the end. There's a scene where Michael Fassbender's character goes to a gay club. At the back of some shots, couples were at it. So I stood at the microphone with another guy and we improvised. For example: "Yeah. YEAH. Go deeper, GO DEEPER." The sound engineer would say: "OK, a bit more intense, please." You came up with anything you could think of. "Who's your daddy?" Stuff like that.'

John Moraitis, ADR (Additional Dialogue Recorder), on The Guardian blog
Illustrated here with the Hungarian poster for Shame.
Which - oddly - didn't catch on. 
There is no such thing as "sex addiction" by the way, it's a wholly nebulous concept. 
Doing something many times because you enjoy doing it is not an "addiction".
Dickwad.