Despite the horrific weather, I went to a free screening of Millions tonight with cthulhia. (Thank you again, cthulhia!) For the most part, I enjoyed the movie. It had moments that I questioned, but it was charming, witty, and well acted.
We were surprised to have the movie's director, Danny Boyle (Trainspotting, 28 Days Later, Shallow Grave), at the screening. He introduced the movie and then fielded questions afterwards.
After the Q&A session, I maneuvered around the autograph seekers and had a conversation with Boyle. As I started talking to him I got nervous as hell. I don't know why, as I've met and talked to many far more famous people. Nonetheless, I could feel my face twitching and contorting as I introduced myself. He probably thought I was some sort of weirdo. (Not that he'd be far off the mark!)
Maybe the reason I got nervous had to do with why I approached him. I'd seen only two of his movies (enjoyed 28 Days Later but really didn't care for Trainspotting) and really knew nothing about him. I simply knew that (1) he is a successful major motion picture director from Manchester, England, probably working mostly out of London, and (2) he has probably had to deal with non-British actors working on his films in the U.K. See where I'm headed here? Yeah, I actually approached him to see if he could help me out with my situation. I explained that I'm an opera singer who intends to move to London to study with one of the top teachers in Europe and explained the whole Catch-22 with employment authorization. It was a one in a gigabillion shot, but what the hey! He and his colleagues seemed very aware of the difficulties with employing non-Brits, but they didn't really have any ideas they could offer. (Secretly, I was hoping he'd say something along the lines of, "Send me a CV and I'll see if there are any openings in my company," or "I sympathize with the plight of a fellow artist -- I'll sponsor you." Yeah, yeah, I know.) He did give me the web and street addresses of his company; he didn't seem to think they'd be able to help much either but felt it was worth a shot.
I'm thinking maybe I should send him a follow-up letter, with a CV included, on the off chance he might be able to refer me to someone who can help. I know I'm grasping at straws, but I really am desperate to get going, and I don't see how this can hurt.
(And, for jimmystagger, Boyle is a huge fan of The Clash, said he was heartbroken when Strummer died, and included one of their songs in the movie as a tribute/thank you to Strummer for his inspiration.)