Wide
awake with post-con blues and giddy glee, I felt like I had run a
marathon. Convenient or not, I'm glad I came anyway.
The
Road to ExCeL
The
prospect of attending this convention was unlikely. Over £500 was
already spent on a page in a lifestyle magazine that nobody in my
field even reads. Saturday would be the least awkward day to travel,
but by the time I received payment, it was too late.
Benedict
Cumberbatch attended Richard III's Reinterment Service. That was when
I accepted this was the only opportunity to at least see the guy and
show him support. How often does a global star of
stage/screen visit your hometown?
Exactly
two weeks before Sherlocked, Naomi of Cumberbatchweb announced on
Twitter that somebody was sparing a ticket. At that instant I punched
“yes please!” Everything was set in motion. I can't thank Naomi
and Monika enough.
A seat
at Benedict's Talk was then secured. Indecision stalled extra
choices. There were also monthly bills to take
care of.
The date
change of the London Animation Club event was a blessing. Travelling
to/from ExCeL required an Oyster card. Took a selfie with the ad
poster on the tube escalator. If anyone attempted such a challenge,
you were rewarded with funny looks, serious vertigo and a badge for
your efforts. Cherish it.
All very
eleventh hour stuff. Eleven days later...
The
Reluctant Dragon
I joined
the queue in Hall S7, exchanging other con adventures with Kirsty
and Sera before being herded into the Main Stage.
Akin to
a rock concert, Benedict seemed most in his element talking directly
to the crowd. It was incredibly entertaining to hear his thoughts on
Sherlock; character relationships; fellow cast members; how he
approaches both big movies and little TV shows vice versa; dropping
f-bombs; meeting Johnny Depp only as Whitey Bulger. This is a man
still feeling his way through, mastering his craft. I have always
been enamoured of him.
Now,
don't ask me how...but the moment finally arrived. Although I've
never had a problem with public speaking. The ultimate test was
asking a coveted actor about his process, and applying it to my own.
Heart
pounding, clearing my throat: “Hello Benedict, I'm Lucy from
Leicester!”
My
amplified voice was oddly disembodied. He scanned the audience to
find me smack-bang in the middle. This wasn't even staged. “So good
to see you,” I continued. “What I would like to know is... (reading from notes as it was too long to memorise) For each character you play or have played in any
medium, how do you bring together your research and life experiences
to deliver a unique performance and interact with other actors?”
And then threw in at the last-minute, “also can you give us a
little...bit of...dragon voice please?”
For 3 seconds, Benedict assumed his scaly, fiery form...
For 3 seconds, Benedict assumed his scaly, fiery form...
Family
Vertue
It had been a long while since going to a convention. I was reminded why I love it so much - a succession of random surprises ensue. Examples: for a toddler this was his first Con-going experience; one girl cosplaying as Irene Adler in barefoot wore only a coat; and while waiting for the Sherlockology panel, a boy I recognised as Louis
Moffat approached the entrance. I excitedly told him I loved the
charming interview he did with his parents. When asked if it was
something he wanted to get into, he said it was more of a one-off.
Sue
Vertue talked about her role as producer on Sherlock 1-3. I asked
her, “What audience did you have in mind around the time of the
pilot and A Study in Pink?” She said initially they were aiming for
BBC Two; ultimately half the demographic were female, and Hartswood
naturally skewed toward a young audience; her background in comedy
helped – I squeed “YES!” when she mentioned Gimme Gimme Gimme
as my sister loved that growing up.
This Reichenbach theory is...
I
literally got my hands dirty at Real SFX's display. These cats
deservedly won the joint TV Craft award for VFX the following day –
the visuals in Doctor Who series 8 are the best.
Danny
Hargreaves showed us fake blood you can eat, raining debris, the
science of exploding bullet holes, ice old snow, rubbery
thermoplastic that stunt performers smash through... Glorious
practical FX.
The Door
and Living Room were expertly and lovingly assembled as they are in
the show. It took three times to fully confirm that yes that is the
actual 221B set from Bristol. Apparently the adorable Arwel Wyn Jones
had seen the aforementioned meme; we talked Wales and wallpaper, and
I even showed him my Sherlock-related fan art.
The
museum teased the costumes from the Special.
As well
as being unable to locate Monika around the Con, I also deeply regret
not meeting the other guests. Briefly spotted Jonathan Aris, Lars
Mikkelson, Una Stubbs, but never had the chance to go up and greet
each of them. Saw Mark Gatiss and Andrew Scott...in toy form. Martin
Freeman was there too, in spirit.
I didn't want the Con to end. It was
best not to fight clashes and just relax, process everything and
top-up on lunch. The lines were long and would take up the small
amount of time and cash. I did however purchase Series 3 on blu-ray, as I didn't have anything for
Steven or Arwel to sign besides a TARDIS notepad with Sam Bailey's
auto inside, which Danny was happy to sign.
Word had
spread that Benedict looked less than happy – the truth was he had a cold.
There
was a moment when he was escorted to a photoshoot cubicle. We made
eye contact. Both said hello, but the guard prevented any high-fives. Awkward, but in those familiar eyes I saw a sensitive soul fighting a gruelling schedule and winning. While bunged up? That makes him thrice more badass. Later I glimpsed the 221B lounge
shoot towards the end to check if he was okay.
The
Convention
Like the
show I savoured every minute of Sherlocked. I'm reliving it again
reading the stories and quotes. It was a joy to discover and connect
with fans from different backgrounds. I'm sorry for the many who
couldn't attend and especially sorry for those few underwhelmed by
the overall experience. Hard to argue with the expenses though. Just
be grateful that most of the cast spent the weekend with you. We are
all one big extended family.
Plans
for 2016... Listen up Showmasters/Massive Events:
- People would pay handsomely for An Afternoon with Holmes AND Watson
- Get Amanda Abbington to do a panel or two with Louise Brealey, Una, Martin etc
- Michael Price and/or David Arnold can talk about musical compositions
- A live band performing the entire soundtrack on stage or in the centre of the Con
- Millennium Centre would be an ideal venue
- Offer another chance to explore the set
- Lastly, why bother doing another convention without David Nellist?
We will
all be fresh from the Special and Series 4, spilling more credible
and ridiculous theories and cracking jokes with those mad geniuses.
Blame/praise them for bringing these gentlemen and women into our
lives.
Carpe
Diem
Immersing myself in passions and travelling distances are fuel for the
creative soul. It can be terrifying and I am bound to make mistakes,
but my communication skills improve.
There
has been a Human League ballad swimming around in my head, since
speaking to the mighty Cumberbatch, who is just a man. I fully 100%
respect him now. As is the case with every star or writer I meet, I
get a sense of their vulnerability. He dedicated a whole day to the
fans. He is THE man and he deserves a nice long break and warm
chocolate with his wife Sophie.
The
whole thing has given me validity to make my animated short film; the missing piece of the puzzle has been found.
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