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“Is she a film-maker or a poet?" Jasper Rees finds out how Tom Hiddleston and other regulars in director Joanna Hogg’s team handle her unusual approach – The Sunday Times April 27, 2014

Joanna Hogg normally shoots in houses, but one evening during the production of her new film, Exhibition, she is out in the field, on the plaza in front of the National Gallery. A skeletal crew records a small scene in which a woman walks up to a busker and watches as, out of the bell of his tuba, fireballs fly with each parp. Within minutes, the shot is in the can and barely a pedestrian has noticed.

Hogg’s seemingly effortless films ask the audience to look for the currents churning fiercely beneath a placid English surface. It takes a lot of paddling to achieve that aesthetic, and a group of collaborators attuned to her methods.

“Joanna makes no promises about what exactly the drama will be,” says her producer, Gayle Griffiths, who contacted Hogg after being knocked sideways by her debut, Unrelated, in 2007. “I see my job as creating a space in which she can be as free as possible.” For the producer, that means raising finance despite a paucity of star names — Exhibition’s married, middle-aged artists are played by what might be termed “found actors” in the former punk rocker Viv Albertine and former YBA Liam Gillick — or even a script.

In fact, for Unrelated there actually was a script of sorts, recalls the actress Mary Roscoe, who in both that and Exhibition plays the disillusioned female protagonist’s friend. “I got a message saying, ‘Don’t bother to learn the lines completely. The script is a guide, but I’m more interested in your own voices.’ So I never looked at the script again.”

In the next two films, Hogg left out the dialogue altogether. “The script came in the form of a complex, long-form ‘treatment’,” says Tom Hiddleston, the only actor to appear in all three of Hogg’s films (he has a cameo as a smooth estate agent in Exhibition). “It reads like a novella in the present tense. Some passages can be simple descriptions; others can be almost poetic or oblique.”

Another of Hogg’s quirks is to shoot chronologically, possible only because she rarely strays far from a main location (in which the cast also lives) — a Tuscan villa in Unrelated, a holiday cottage on Tresco in Archipelago and, in Exhibition, a modernist Kensington house.

The actors have “long meetings about back story, how these people relate to each other”, Hiddleston says. Thus equipped, their task is to play out the scene using their own instincts as a handrail, sometimes in takes of gruelling length — 50 minutes, even. “Joanna is steering the ship and she can change direction at any time, but, by and large, each character knows where he or she is going. After a while, you get lost in the details of your character’s journey, and you lose objectivity.”

For Roscoe, Hogg is “the most invisible director I’ve ever worked with — until the moment comes where very gently she starts to guide you”. Often she will withhold information from one actor, in order to simulate the reality of surprise. On Exhibition, the childless woman played by Albertine faints at dinner with her neighbour (played by Roscoe), who talks without cease about her son. “I certainly didn’t know Viv was going to do that, and I thought because Viv and Liam had worked so hard, maybe Viv really is knackered and has collapsed. But I thought, keep going till you hear ‘cut’.”

Hogg has a similar relationship with collaborators behind the camera: a combination of complete trust in others and monomaniacal focus on a vision only she can see.

“It’s different from working with anybody else,” says the cinematographer Ed Rutherford, who joined her for Archipelago. “She doesn’t say, ‘This is what I want from you specifically.’ You approach each day as a kind of virgin.” Their daily meetings on Exhibition were all about locating the characters in the space — essentially the third character in a portrait of a marriage. While the director’s cinematic lodestars are noteworthy — Antonioni, Michael Haneke, Ozu, Roman Polanski’s Repulsion — Hogg can go off piste. “I remember her talking about Philip Larkin’s poem An Arundel Tomb,” says Rutherford, “about this couple in a suppliant state for perpetuity and this veneer of contented love that outlasts everything. She seeks to ignite that spark in me and make sure it’s burning.”

Hogg’s improvisatory style can be exhilarating, but also, according to her ever-present production designer, Stéphane Collonge, “very unusual and quite stressful because you can’t actually rely on the plan. Suddenly, I’ve got to materialise something that’s got to be absolutely right in two hours.”

The best way to get results is through what he calls “Method production design”, occupying the space in order to understand how it and its inhabitants interact. During Exhibition, for example, the striped brick architecture of Kensington started to find echoes in the design — in Albertine’s tops, in venetian blinds, in the way light falls in the house. “It became quite an element of the vocabulary: the more her character wants to stand up for herself and move away from the gilded cage, the more she becomes one with the environment.”

The only one of Hogg’s inner circle who doesn’t come on set is her editor, Helle le Fevre, who has cut all three films down from 100 hours of rushes. “When I’m watching the rushes, it’s always quite exciting,” she says, “because I don’t know what’s fully going to happen. I’m experiencing the film. Sometimes when cutting the film I’d be thinking of sculpture. It keeps you on your toes, trying to understand the characters.”

In short, le Fevre is Hogg’s first audience, invited to scope her story’s quiet inflections and discreet obliquities for what Hiddleston calls “the small details and the strange truths of domestic intimacy”.

“Joanna is fascinated by how emotions and dynamics within a household or relationship can shift and flow, like tides. Her films are about open ends and rough edges. The wide angle of her camera holds still on an odd, awkward moment that nobody saw coming, a sentence unfinished, a silence between unspoken thoughts.” 

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+35 here and happily fangirling

Same. But you know, I could just take all my fan works down. Because us old people probably shouldn’t use our years of experience and skills to enrich the fandom. 😉

36 here and nerd and fangirl for life! It doesn’t just disappear because you get older, I actually think it’s getting worse in my case! Then again there was no Hiddleston around in my teenage years 😉

It was harder to find people to fangirl with since we didn’t have internet as teens. I will be 36 on the 13th, and I plan on continuing on as long as I find someone to fangirl over. Isn’t it funny how teenagers think they’re the only ones on here?

Okay, I have to reblog this again because TRUTH.There was no internet back when I was a young teen. And fangirling over dial-up when I was a little older was just unheard of.

I wonder how many of us “oldies” have suffered through being thought of as weird for our interests. For me, I was a Trekkie back in the day. I didn’t know another soul in real life who liked it. Back then the only way to commiserate was to head off to expensive conventions. (Hell, I didn’t even know there was such a thing as fanfiction!)

When I was in my mid-twenties the world of technology finally invented high speed internet access and I was introduced to the wonders of online fandoms. I cannot tell you how incredible it was to be able to chat with other fans, to discover the wonders of fanfiction and fan art. I didn’t feel so damn alone all the time. I had an outlet, finally, for my “geeky” side and it made hanging out with the other soccer moms easier because I knew that I could chill with my geek-peeps later online.

Because of fangirling, I’m a better writer (like, hugely better). Because of fangirling, I learned how to use photoshop well enough that I’ve now done graphic design commissions. Because of fangirling, I’ve learned coding. Because of fangirling, I’ve grown as an artist. Because of fangirling, I’ve made amazing lifetime friends. (Some I’ve been friends with for nearly ten years now.)

So, no. I’m not going to apologize for participating in something that has enriched my life in countless ways—just because someone thinks I’m too old.

One thing you discover as you get older is that while you might mature in many ways (for me, I’m much more “settled” and far less of a worry-wart than I was when I was young), but you’re still you. They don’t hand out personality transplants when you reach a certain age. You don’t suddenly lose interest in the things you loved before. Sure, your fangirling might migrate to other things (I’m not really a Trekkie anymore,  and I’m sure I’ll eventually move on from my Hiddleston obsession, too), but you’re still going to be a fangirl.

And when that day comes for you, dear anon who sent this ask, you’ll wish you hadn’t given use fandames such a hard time. Because you’ll be dealing with teen girls who think you’re weird for still being a fangirl.

(And I’ll add that I bet many of your favorite fanfic authors and artists are actually older fans, too. Because we’ve had a lot more years to hone our skills, and our life experience brings a richness to our stories that not many young fans can pull off believably. Just something to consider.)

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I know I’m still a little on the “younger” side, but I’m a lot closer to the fandames than the teen fangirls, so speaking as someone who started online fangirliness as a teen (14), I can say that in the last 14 years, my fangirliness has only increased.  Why?  Because I just don’t give a damn about what people think about me any more.  Age and perspective are great things.

Older than most, and we’ll leave it at that. And I do not see my fangirling subsiding anytime soon, especially not with Marvel providing me with ample inspiration.

I have to reblog again this post because it makes me very happy. Fangirling doesn’t end, and the internet it’s been a blessing, because I had the chance to find other crazy and funny ladies as me. 

I have followed almost all the fanDAMES that has reblogged this, and I am happy to see how much we are. 

I have seen this come across my dash a few times without reblogging, but I WILL reblog the shit outta this for the AMAZING additional comments.  I, too, am one of the “olds”, and it has taken me a while to come to grips with my fangirling.  Yes, my grown daughter rolls her eyes at me and giggles at me acting much younger than her, but she still supports me in my fangirl mania.  I have met and connected with some AMAZING people in my fandom travels over the last twenty years; be they Star Trek cons, Anime cons, and multi-genre cons.  Hell, I’ve even founded and ran fandom conventions!  Luckily, all the kids I’ve ever met have never thought I was too “old” to be a fangirl.  They’ve all been pleasantly surprised and relieved that one of their elders UNDERSTOOD THEM, and were able to make a connection WITH THEM.  Are we, the older and wiser womens on this damned site, to be pointed at and judged for liking something and wanting to share it with others?  Uh, I don’t think so kiddo.  The Dames are here to stay.  ❤