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David Morrissey's Cape Wrath diary - Radio Times, July 2007 |
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The actor's exclusive diary of his time working on eerie drama Cape Wrath concludes, as the cast pull together in the face of adversity.
November
A night shoot of a football match. I start the
evening full of beans, shin pads on and the ball
at my feet. I have an image of myself looking like
Stevie Gerrard in the Champions League final.
However, as the night wears on and the
pitch starts to resemble a scene from All
Quiet on the Western Front, my so-called
skills desert me.
It's cold now. Our
breath is creating a thick fog as we play.
The marrow in my bones has turned to
ice and as I walk around the field I can
hear my knees. My fingers have turned
the colour of porridge and don't seem
to belong to me any more. The mud
clings to the ball like a protective
concrete layer. Memories of games
lessons at school come flooding back.
Sadistic PE teachers shouting, "Get up Morrissey!
Run lad!"
But instead I have Carley, our third AD
[assistant director], asking if I'd like a hot-water
bottle. Unfortunately, the medic pops up and tells
us that he doesn't think that'll be a good idea as it
could give me "chilblains", a word I thought had
disappeared with the Wilson government.
So we
play on… for the next four hours. I get back to
my hotel and have three hot baths.
December
Everyone is getting to know each other now and
we're running a bit smoother, although time is still
against us, and I've yet to fall in love with stepping
over cables and having tape measures pushed in
my face. But I feel we're a team now, all working for
the same end and able to joke with each other even
when we're soaked and trying to fit two hours'
work into 20 minutes at the end of the day.
A number of years ago a friend introduced me
to the 60s TV series The Prisoner, which I loved.
Cape Wrath has that feeling to it. A world where
nothing is what it seems and there's an increasing
sense of paranoia overtaking the central character.
A man who no longer knows who to trust or what
to believe in this strange new world. A world that
tries to suppress the cult of the individual.
I love being on a film set. Every little thing about
it. Even the things that p*** me off are welcome
because they challenge me. We start the second
block of filming tomorrow, and a new director
takes over. The story takes an even darker turn and
Danny fights to save his family and all he's worked
for. I don't know how it'll end as I've not read the
last two episodes - which adds an extra excitement
and mystery to it all. A bit like real life, I suppose.
Read our interview with David Morrissey and Felicity Jones
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