BlackmanThe weight of crime has borne down for too long.

It’s time for crime to fear.

There’s a new hero in town.

A hero you won’t believe.

A Seeking Utopia short. Made as part of the Kino D Blue Kabaret weekend. January 24th-25th 2015.
With most of the cast and crew working on other films over the weekend, we had a 3 and a half hour shoot, after even less time to rehearse.
Thanks to Kino D for bringing us all together (


Written & Directed by
Richard Duffy

Kevin Kennedy as Blackman
Aidan O’ Sullivan and Graeme Coughlan

Director of Photography
Marco Griffini

Sound Recorded by
Rob Moore & Andrew Greaves

Voiceover Recorded by
Darren Fitzpatrick

Edited by
Richard Duffy

Production Assistant
Uriel Lapcevic

Additional sound samples from


The Missing Scarf, online!

Wahey! The Missing Scarf is now online.

I’ve been so focused on letting everyone I know about this to put up on their websites, that I completely neglected to put it up on my own damn site. Sometimes I seriously suck at this whole self-promotion bit.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to go ahead and heap praise on everyone else involved.

Eoin Duffy – writer/director/animator
Who came up with a great story, let me help put it on a page, and then did an amazing job putting it on screen.

Jamie Hogan – producer
Who always saw how amazing this could be and made sure we focused on that big impact rather than getting stuck on mere details.

Tobias Norberg and Gavin Little and Joe McHugh at Echolab – music and sound design
Who blew my ears off the first time I saw it on the big screen, in the best possible way.

And of course George Takei – narrator
Who gave me the ego boost of my life by saying he liked the script and then saying yes to it.

Now given that I wasn’t thoroughly embroiled in all phases of production, I’m not nearly as connected to most of the people involved as I’d like. There’s the funders; Irish Film Board, The Arts Council, RTÉ. The post-production team at Windmill Lane. The wonderful crowd of people all listed at the end credits, you should watch the video now to get to them.

Robin Williams – Icon

Robin WilliamsNanu nanu.

Robin Williams was a true icon. One of the rare people who carved out their own chunk of the cultural landscape.

Since the news of Williams’ death last night I’ve noticed a few of my friends recalling cinema memories of Mrs. Doubtfire. For me the first cinema trip I remember was to see Aladdin, it wasn’t my first time at the cinema, I was already familiar with cinema, this trip just happened to to be the first one to crystallise firmly in my memory. Similarly, it wasn’t my first introduction to Robin Williams. He’d already somehow woven himself into the background fabric of life. Williams was just an integral part of the world as I understood it, even at five. Before I even had a concept of the line between actors and characters, I had Robin Williams carved in my psyche. I remember watching reruns of Mork and Mindy in my pyjamas, it was one of the first shows I paid attention to the broadcast schedule for so I could watch it all the time. By the time Mrs. Doubtfire came about I was already familiar enough with Williams that his presence on the posters made me want to go see it

Williams was so much a part of the landscape, but that doesn’t mean he just blended in. Williams standing out from the crowd was part of his basic presence. Just thinking about him now I’m struck by how many of his films stick so clearly in my memory. There’s the movie I remember my aunt renting for us when she babysat, Toys. I loved that movie at the time, and got very overexcited when I caught it on TV recently. I remember pulling out the video of Fern Gully almost every other Saturday morning for a while. I remember getting teased when I had nightmares about Jumanji, even though the film didn’t actually scare me as I watched it. I remember an adult Peter Pan finally remembering his childhood in Hook. And now I’m sitting here with my own childhood washing over me and realising just how much a part of it Robin Williams was.

Then there was the juxtaposition between Patch Adams and Awakenings, both Williams in medical roles, my sister loved the drama one, I loved the comedy one. Actually my sister introduced me to a lot of Williams drama roles, Good Morning, Vietnam, Dead Poets Society. . .

Not that I didn’t enjoy Williams in his drama roles. He deserved his Oscar for Good Will Hunting but he was also fantastic in a number of underrated films. Like One Hour Photo, the friendliness and warmth of Williams folded perfectly into the psychotic loner he played there. And then there’s one of the most underrated films of all time, Bicentennial Man. Much derided, but I genuinely consider it one of the greatest films ever made.

To many Williams style did get quite old, he was mocked and impersonated and caricatured. It’s extremely unfortunate that in his return to television in The Crazy Ones, he was reduced to playing a parody of himself. I’ve listened to a lot of bashing of Williams, calling him out as something of a one trick pony, easily impersonated. On some level being that easy to impersonate is a sign of sameness. But it can also be a sign of uniqueness, and unique is an extremely difficult thing to bring into a career as diverse as Robin Williams has had. He hammered out a style such that his roles became something impossible for anyone else to emulate without immediately drawing unfavourable comparisons. He built himself a persona such that a whole new subgenre of film needed to be developed because executives saw that the world needed Robin Williams vehicles. He was a great star to latch a on to, making his roles instantly memorable.

These films are all part of the popculture landscape, with Williams’ head Mount Rushmored upon them all.

My favourite Williams story is from when he was recording for Aladdin. At the same time Steven Spielberg was shooting Schindler’s List, a shoot which could inevitably get quite depressing, so Spielberg would occasionally give Williams a call and ask him to improv some comedy to cheer up his cast and crew. Many of those improvisations made it into the final cut of Aladdin.

Who can we call on to cheer us up now?

How I fell in love with Ice Hockey


I never normally write about sport, this blog is predominantly about movies or political things that piss me off. Not a normal mix of topics to be sure, so that makes me a little bit more at ease with throwing sport into the fray.

At the moment it’s the playoffs in the NHL, I love the playoffs, many people do, but given that it’s only day 3, not enough hockey has happened to sate my appetite. Particularly seeing as my favourite team, the Boston Bruins, has only played one game so far, and they lost it. So I’m writing this largely so I can stay immersed in hockey. If other people enjoy it, bonus.

I had a few ideas about what specifically this post might be about; The Bruins’ path to the Playoffs, why I love Ice Hockey, my feelings on losing game one, fan reactions to the game, and what I think about Milan Lucic (Bruins) whacking an unsuspecting Danny Dekeyser (Detroit Red Wings) in the nuts away from play. I finally decided that it would make the most sense to start with how an Irish guy with no previous passion for sport fell in love with ice hockey in the first place.


Can't deny, this was a dick move

It’s not exactly normal for someone like me to fall in love with Ice Hockey. There isn’t a culture of Ice Sports in Ireland. Ireland did send a team to this year’s winter olympics (an olympic team, not an actual Ice Hockey team), but nobody cared, Irish media didn’t cover the games, and none of the Irish athletes actually live in Ireland, they were all emigrants. I myself have been on an ice rink about five times in my life, and have never spent any amount of time in a very hockey obsessed location (I did spend a fortnight in Toronto once, but that was during the hockey off season, and I was at a music conference, which didn’t actually include any Canadians).

So how did it start? Well, with a hat. My Dad has friends who live in Boston and one year when I was about 8, he went to visit them. They sent him home with 3 baseball caps, one each for myself and each of my siblings. They represented the three major Boston Sports franchises (not counting the New England Patriots, ‘cos they’re not the Boston Patriots anymore). The only logo we recognised was the Red Sox, they are after all, probably the most famous team out of the caps we were sent. America has been putting baseball into its cultural exports for years, and the Sox are a big franchise. The cap, naturally enough, was red, and my sister liked it, so she took that one.

There was also a bright green Celtics cap. We recognised this one simply because it actually said “Boston Celtics” on it, and the logo includes a basketball. Without these clues we would have had absolutely no idea what the cap was, we had never even heard of the Celtics. The Celtics logo is a leprechaun spinning a basketball. To many Americans with dubious Irish heritage, which of course includes Boston Irish, the leprechaun is a symbol of pride in their roots. In Ireland the view of leprechauns is much less positive, they are a source of many a facepalm at a woefully misguided take on Irish culture. Leprechauns are a symbol of the magical faerie land of “faith and begorrah” and farmers riding their carts past thatched cottages greeting pedestrians with a “top o’ the morning”. They are a symbol of a backwards Ireland that never actually existed, but apparently many Americans believe the land is currently like. My friends and I used to spend summers messing with American tourists who believed in this ridiculous image. They’d ask where they can find leprechauns, and we’d tell them to start digging holes cos they live underground, or go for a pointless trek in the woods. We even managed to convince some of them that a ginger friend was himself a leprechaun. There were also the more enterprising guys who would charge American tourists money to take them on a wild goose chase in the wilderness. These Americans were generally the ones who, back home, took the most pride in their Irish heritage, and forced their children into Irish dancing and céilís, and drank shite Guinness in “traditional” Irish pubs which no self respecting actual Irish person would ever set foot in. They invariably engaged in these “Irish” activities way more than any Irish person I’ve ever known, and generally these interpretations of Irish activities were highly warped from reality. And the symbol of all the kitsch shite is the fucking leprechaun. So when three Irish kids with zero interest in sport, nevermind American sport, were presented with three American sports caps, one of which featured a leprechaun, it was unanimously agreed that this was the shittiest cap and therefore that one was awarded to my brother, who was the youngest and couldn’t protest.


Celtics' godawful logo

And that left the third cap. It was plain black and featered a spoked wheel with a B on it. Even though the other two caps were for sports teams, we didn’t automatically assume that this one was. However, I thought it was a cool cap and was only delighted when it turned out to be the one I got. I had literally no idea what that spoked B represented.

Fast forward a few years, to when I was about 12. I was over at a friends house to play PlayStation games. He had just gotten one of EAs NHL games, not even the latest one, it was a loaner from another friend who had had it a few years. It was probably NHL ’96. Sports games weren’t usually my thing, I tended to get my ass kicked by people who were actually into sports and therefore played these kind of games more often, but we decided to throw it on, primarily because our selection of 2 player games was quite bad, and we had already played WWF SmackDown to death. We figured since both of us were fairly unfamiliar with Ice Hockey (the extent of our familiarity was pretty much limited to having seen The Mighty Ducks) neither of us would be at a disadvantage. So we fired it up and arbitrarily started to scroll through the team selection. We were just looking for ones that had the most rating stars beside their names, since we didn’t actually expect to recognise any of the names. But then, lo and behold, up cropped a spoked B, the same B from that baseball cap I still loved and still wore. It was the logo of the Boston Bruins. Naturally I chose to play as the Bruins, with the hope that the team would be as awesome as my favourite hat. I have absolutely no recollection of how well I played, but now I knew who the Boston Bruins were.

Over the years I became gradually more familiar with Ice Hockey. I started to recognise more team names, like the New York Rangers and the Red Wings. I was shocked to discover that that Mighty Ducks movie got turned into an actual team (now the Anaheim Ducks, based next to fucking Disneyland). I was even more shocked years later to discover that the Disneyland team was actually respected. I’m now aware that they are a good team worthy of respect, but I still think their origin story is a a bit of a joke. Speaking of origin stories, I also discovered the origin of Ice Hockey in the first place, or one of the theories anyway. Apparently it was started by a bunch of Irish emigrants in Canada who tried to play hurling on frozen lake. That is just balls to the wall awesome.

Also through this time my school football team was doing really well, so I started to pay more attention and offer some support. Some of the guys in my school were involved in the Laois county team, so I supported them a bit too. Paying more attention to Gaelic Football had the knock on effect of making me pay a bit more attention to hurling, and I really admired the sport. Hurling is really fucking fast and very highly skilled. It is officially the fastest field sport in the world. That triggers a nice sense of national pride there.

Then I found the related fact that Ice Hockey is the fastest Team sport in the world. And it’s also crazy highly skilled, not just with the puck control with the sticks, but also the ability to skate. Ice Hockey I had decided, was cool. My fandom didn’t amount to much at this stage, every now and then I would check out some highlight reel. I was particularly interested if this highlight reel featured the Bruins, because I had decided they were my favourite team, largely due to the influence of that hat. But they were my favourite team of a sport I was only marginally interested in. By this stage I could probably bullshit my way through an Ice Hockey conversation, but I wouldn’t get membership to any fan clubs. Then I met a girl.

In 2007 I met a girl from the US who really loved her hockey, and I really liked her, so I started to bullshit my way through some hockey conversations with her. But I really needed to up my game. So I started paying a lot more attention. There was no TV coverage, and my internet connections were lousy, so I started listening to Bruins games on online radio. Given the time difference between here and the US, and the fact that most hockey games are evening affairs, I generally stayed up ’til about 1am for a game to start, and listened to the radio coverage until the game ended at about 3 or 4. This is the most radio I have ever listened to in my life.

Now radio coverage isn’t exactly the best way to get into a sport that you only have a passing familiarity with, so I supplanted my listening with frequent trips to wikipedia, to get definitions for all these hockey terms I had up to now missed. Even the basic ones like “icing” was new to me, and for the record, icing is a way trickier rule to wrap your head around than offsides in soccer, even if once you do get it, it’s ridiculously simple.

So during all this research to impress a girl, something interesting happened, I fell completely in love with Ice Hockey. On paper that whole “fastest team sport” and “highly skilled” stuff led me to approve of this sport when I couldn’t care less about any others (even hurling, which while I still respect, doesn’t hold my interest very well in practice), but actually paying attention to the game brought it to a whole new level. It’s freaking amazing. And there’s also the level of how freakin’ brutal it is. It’s not all high speed skill and pirouettes, people get demolished by hits on the ice, it’s a standard part of play, that doesn’t slow things down. I remember an old youtube clip of a Rangers (I think) player, who gets hit with a wayward skate which slits his damn throat, so he skates back to the bench and asks for the medic. I’m used to hearing about soccer players, which while I do think they get too much flak for going down easy, still get sidelined for a month and a half for a stubbed toe. Meanwhile, just last year in Boston for the playoffs, Gregory Campbell dove in front of a 3 inch disc of hardened rubber travelling at about 100 miles an hour to block a shot with his leg which broke and he just kept playing, and not just mulling through staying upright on the ice. The Bruins were already under pressure at this point, they were outnumbered with a guy in the penalty box. It was 5 on 4, a situation which has roughly a 20% chance of conceding a goal, and now one of those 4 had a broken leg. But Campbell still managed to effectively shutdown his section of the ice as the opposition kept up a sustained attack until the penalty ended, Bruins got their man back from the penalty box, and Campbell could finally get off the ice.

At the end of the playoffs it was revealed that Patrice Bergeron, one of the top players who was key to the Bruins’ performance, was playing with a broken rib and punctured lung. This is not only a game where it’s possible to get hit so hard that your own chest stabs you, but that injury, and the 100% probability of getting hit that hard again, several times, is not a disincentive  enough for the players to stop playing it. Bad. Ass.

The girl who I was trying to impress I have moved well past, but my love of Ice Hockey remains. In fact, when that girl moved back to the US, she left a trail of Ice Hockey fans in her wake. Though brilliantly, no Rangers fans, who are her team of choice, which I find a little hilarious.

So a hat, a video game, and a girl led to a passion for a great sport. It’s not exactly the usual route for a fan, but I actually quite like it. As a kid I was a Manchester United fan because most of the kids I knew growing up did, so I suffered less bullying than if I picked another team, or admitted that I didn’t give a flying fuck about soccer. With Ice Hockey I didn’t have any kind of peer pressure, just a gradual increase in awareness and love for a great sport. I was lucky as well, 2007 was a good time to start getting into the Bruins. Back then they were very middle of the league. Some years they made the playoffs, some years they didn’t. There was no sense of jumping on the bandwagon of a dominant team, nor were they so shite that following them was a constant heartache, but over the years I’ve followed them, the Bruins have gotten stronger and stronger, winning the Stanley Cup in 2011 (causing riots in Vancouver, dem Canadians love dem sum hockey) and this year they won the league. It’s been nice to follow the rise. It’s nice to have a passion for a sport. It’s nice to have a good hat.


An awesome hat

The Continuing Success of The Missing Scarf

The Missing ScarfI’m finding the delayed response between working on a project, and that project going out into the world to be rather strange. It’s almost a year since the script for The Missing Scarf was finalised and my role with the project diminished significantly. It was a fun few months seeing the words on the page turn to scenes on a screen and sounds from George Takei. But now the film is out and it’s picking up awards like there’s no tomorrow.

I’m incredibly proud of my work on The Missing Scarf, inspired by the amount of work Eoin is putting in (the work of creating the thing was impressive, obviously, but the work he’s doing now on the festival run is equally impressive) and delighted to have worked Eoin and Jamie both.

Getting onto the Oscars Shortlist blows my mind. There are 10 films. Ten. And we’re one of them, to say it’s a career highlight would be an understatement. I’ve been writing articles on the Oscars for years, if I do one this year I can’t write about the animated shorts category because of extreme bias! Also, I can’t believe Pixar didn’t make the list this year. I have a tremendous amount of respect for Pixar, their track record is undeniably phenomenal, yet somehow, we beat them to a place on the list. We’re on a list with Walt Disney Animation and several other excellent shorts, some of which we’ve already bumped into on the festival circuit. There are all sorts of reasons to get tense or nervous about January 16th, when the final nominations are announced. But I’m too busy just being incredibly excited.

Of course, it’s not just the Oscars, the last few weeks and months have been incredibly exciting as The Missing Scarf is doing great on the festival circuit. Of the 8 Festivals which The Missing Scarf has been in that offer a prize for Best Animated Short, we’ve won 5 of them, and got an Honourable Mention in another. Plus, at Seminici, The Missing Scarf won Best European Short, which is the first time an animation has ever won this category, that win is also automatically a nomination for the European Film Academy Awards.

The Full List of Awards (and nominations) is:

The James Horgan Award For Best AnimationGalway International Film Fleadh
Best AnimationLos Angeles International Short Film Festival
Honourable Mention; (Best Irish) – Blackrock Animation Film Festival
Best Animated FilmNew Hampshire Film Festival
Best European Short FilmSeminici
Best Animated FilmSavannah Film Festival
Best AnimationIndie Memphis Film Festival
Best European Short Film NomineeEuropean Film Academy Awards

Next Festival is Cork Film Festival. The Missing Scarf screens at 3.30pm on Friday November 15th in Triskel Arts Centre. I’ll be down at the Festival from Saturday, and Producer Jamie Hogan will be there too.

And here’s some Press for The Missing Scarf, cos the seeing the coverage roll out has been a lot of fun:
RTÉ News
The Irish Times
The Irish Independent

The Missing Scarf wins Best Animation at Galway Film Fleadh

The Missing ScarfSo I’m just back from a great time at the Galway Film Fleadh. I was up for the premiére of The Missing Scarf which I served as script editor on. The audience reaction was great, we got the laughs we wanted and other less overt responses we wanted to other parts. My heart was pounding through the opening scene, but settled quickly. It was a true pleasure hearing George Takei putting such force behind words I had committed to page.

After the show there was a nice bit of buzz with friends and family who came for the screening. Unfortunately Eoin (Duffy, writer/animator/director) couldn’t make it from Vancouver but Jamie (Hogan, producer) was there in great form. Apparently he had been sitting right behind the judges for the screening and they seemed to react really well to The Missing Scarf.

That evening a I got a chance to attend an IFB mixer and had some good chats with a nice scattering of people up for the Fleadh. There was nice feedback for The Missing Scarf there and I also got a chance to chat with some of the people behind some of the other shorts which I really enjoyed.

I didn’t stick around for Sunday as I had stunt training and fittings for Vikings to attend, as well as my girlfriend’s birthday party, but I awoke to some great news this morning. Jamie got a call yesterday that he should make sure to attend the Fleadh awards ceremony, apparently his assessment of the judges reaction had been accurate, The Missing Scarf was up for something.

And not something small either, we won the big one! The James Horgan Award for Best Animation. Not only is this win supremely awesome in its own right, but it makes The Missing Scarf eligible for consideration in next year’s Oscars!

Eoin tells me that The Missing Scarf has a fairly busy touring schedule ahead of it and will be seen in a few festivals over the coming year. I’ll put up a full schedule when I see it but so far one that I’m fully aware of is the The Los Angeles International Short Film Festival. This is the biggest shorts festival in the world and features over 200 short films from around the world. Like Galway, LA is another feeder festival to the Oscars. We’re delighted not only to have gained entry to that festival, but The Missing Scarf was selected as one of just six films to screen on opening night.

I really do wish Eoin and Jamie the very best of luck for the future of The Missing Scarf, and I’m looking forward to whatever project I can get my teeth into next.

The James Horgan Award For Best Animation 2013 - The Missing Scarf