Hey Team – I’m having a massive wardrobe clear-out and just had a thought… If you know any Sherlock fans who might possibly want to own Molly’s Season Four red dress (it was in all the publicity shots and in a lovely scene that was cut which was me going to babysit for John and Mary!), then later this week I could do a blind auction on here for charity. Basically I’ll ask you to DM me an amount. The dress was by MSGM and originally on sale for a small fortune. It’s called a Floral Print Midi Dress. Love and big thanks, Loo
I knew one day I would see my name up in lights.
#asintoilet #chuckchuckbaby #tiff
What a day.
Thank you, beautiful Toronto.
Thank you also to @gillsondavid for my excellent red hair, to @nails.issys for magicking up pretty nails from snaggly claws – and to @mary_fellowes for styling advice in response to WhatsApp msgs from me like “is this great or an abomination?”.
#chuckchuckbaby #tiff #sustainablefashion
What a day.
Thank you, beautiful Toronto.
Thank you also to @gillsondavid for my excellent red hair, to @nails.issys for magicking up pretty nails from snaggly claws – and to @mary_fellowes for styling advice in response to WhatsApp msgs from me like “is this great or an abomination?”.
#chuckchuckbaby #tiff #sustainablefashion
Today we show Chuck Chuck Baby to the big wide world. Gulp. Squawk. Argh.
This amazing chocolate film projector was in my room. Absolutely incredible. Thank you so so much #tiff #fairmontroyalyork
thank you with my whole heart, @janismpugh
#tiff #chuckchuckbaby #upthewimmin
Unbelievable.
“A rousing empowerment-anthem of a movie” (The Guardian)
#chuckchuckbaby
#shotin26days
#onaTINYbudget
💙@janispugh💙 Edinburgh, Scotland
I remember it. I don’t remember much, but I remember I was sitting on the right-hand side of the carriage, going north, facing north to Scotland, when suddenly the field slipped and all the window was sea. The Northumberland coast, though I couldn’t check it on my phone twenty years ago when I was going to the Edinburgh film festival as a newly fledged film journalist. The closeness of the quink ink navy blue beautiful sea made me gasp.
Gilbert and me drove the smallest roads along that coast last November on our big trip and ran in circles in the sand. Well, he ran. I laughed, mainly.
Every August after that I sat on the right side on the way up and the left side on the way down.
This Edinburgh, two of my darling old pals and a few of my brilliant new ones came to hold me tight and lift me up as Chuck Chuck Baby got its world premiere. I cried in the foyer of the hotel (all just a bit much) and ruined my makeup for the red carpet shots. But LUCKILY I was wearing a dress that I am pretty sure was spun from actual gold (lent by the amazing @thefoldlondon at the very very last minute (thank you @mary_fellowes 💕) after I’d bought approximately 46 shit vintage ones on eBay).
Some of the brilliant actual chicken factory women were in the audience.
It made me so happy to see their faces when they saw themselves up there on the big screen. Magic. Magic.
I remember it. I don’t remember much, but I remember I was sitting on the right-hand side of the carriage, going north, facing north to Scotland, when suddenly the field slipped and all the window was sea. The Northumberland coast, though I couldn’t check it on my phone twenty years ago when I was going to the Edinburgh film festival as a newly fledged film journalist. The closeness of the quink ink navy blue beautiful sea made me gasp.
Gilbert and me drove the smallest roads along that coast last November on our big trip and ran in circles in the sand. Well, he ran. I laughed, mainly.
Every August after that I sat on the right side on the way up and the left side on the way down.
This Edinburgh, two of my darling old pals and a few of my brilliant new ones came to hold me tight and lift me up as Chuck Chuck Baby got its world premiere. I cried in the foyer of the hotel (all just a bit much) and ruined my makeup for the red carpet shots. But LUCKILY I was wearing a dress that I am pretty sure was spun from actual gold (lent by the amazing @thefoldlondon at the very very last minute (thank you @mary_fellowes 💕) after I’d bought approximately 46 shit vintage ones on eBay).
Some of the brilliant actual chicken factory women were in the audience.
It made me so happy to see their faces when they saw themselves up there on the big screen. Magic. Magic.
I remember it. I don’t remember much, but I remember I was sitting on the right-hand side of the carriage, going north, facing north to Scotland, when suddenly the field slipped and all the window was sea. The Northumberland coast, though I couldn’t check it on my phone twenty years ago when I was going to the Edinburgh film festival as a newly fledged film journalist. The closeness of the quink ink navy blue beautiful sea made me gasp.
Gilbert and me drove the smallest roads along that coast last November on our big trip and ran in circles in the sand. Well, he ran. I laughed, mainly.
Every August after that I sat on the right side on the way up and the left side on the way down.
This Edinburgh, two of my darling old pals and a few of my brilliant new ones came to hold me tight and lift me up as Chuck Chuck Baby got its world premiere. I cried in the foyer of the hotel (all just a bit much) and ruined my makeup for the red carpet shots. But LUCKILY I was wearing a dress that I am pretty sure was spun from actual gold (lent by the amazing @thefoldlondon at the very very last minute (thank you @mary_fellowes 💕) after I’d bought approximately 46 shit vintage ones on eBay).
Some of the brilliant actual chicken factory women were in the audience.
It made me so happy to see their faces when they saw themselves up there on the big screen. Magic. Magic.
WE DID IT 💙💙💙💙💙
#ChuckChuckBaby, our chicken factory musical love story, shot on a broken shoe-string in the badlands of north Wales last year, has got into the Toronto film festival! I am giddy as a goat to be in Edinburgh next week – with lots of the actual chicken factory ladies – to launch the good ship Chuck Chuck, and then flying out to Toronno. It is dream come true time.
I can’t wait for you all to see it too.
@tiff_net @edfilmfest & brilliant @janismpugh
Today would have been my mama’s birthday.
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
I took an envelope of white sand from Aisir Mor all the way down to the southern sea this morning, to a beach where the sand is black. I held it into my hand, Mama, watching the wild horses race out there. And then I let the wind take it.
I am yesterday’s small boy with a matching blister on each foot, throwing his coat up and onto the wind.
Great balls of foam are flying off the tide, up the beach.
On the hillside the corn, the grasses, are all sea and even the willows twist into waves. It is, impossibly, a year. I held my breath for a year, mum.
I am still there sitting on the ugly chairbed I’ve bought for you. You are too poorly to sit in it so it sits instead next to your hospital bed in the living room, in the dying room.
I could press the button and lay on it next to you in those few days sometimes in a snatched minute with my head on the pillow by your hair, your tiny bird hand in mine. Dad half slept on it next to you the last night.
All these days without you that are gone on a breath.
Every summer of my twenties I packed a small brown case with an optimistic sundress and a pack of TDK-60 cassettes wrapped in plastic from the man on Tottenham Court Road and took the train to Edinburgh for @edfilmfest. It was the highlight of my journalistic year and I made friends for life (novelist Richard T Kelly, director Damien O’Donnell, critic Wendy Ide, legend @lizzielioness). If I think about how improbable it is that I should be going back this year as the lead in a beautiful BBC Film/BFI chicken factory musical love story, it makes me catch my breath. It’s hard sometimes to say it but I want to say bloody well done to my smaller self for daring to dream and for trying hard. This one is for you, my mama.
If you’re in town come and see Chuck Chuck Baby’s world premiere on Sunday 20th August and say hello. Love Loo
#chuckchuckbaby #eiff #edinburgh #optimisticsundress
@janismpugh
Dad. You drive me bats and I couldn’t love you more. Mum would be so proud of how brave you’ve been, not just for putting one old trotter in front of the other, for volunteering at the railway museum, for planting pots of new geraniums to replace hers that were lost in the cold – but also for talking, for telling me sometimes how sad you feel, how hard every day is without her. I love you, Daddy-O. xxxxxxx
Dad. You drive me bats and I couldn’t love you more. Mum would be so proud of how brave you’ve been, not just for putting one old trotter in front of the other, for volunteering at the railway museum, for planting pots of new geraniums to replace hers that were lost in the cold – but also for talking, for telling me sometimes how sad you feel, how hard every day is without her. I love you, Daddy-O. xxxxxxx
Dad. You drive me bats and I couldn’t love you more. Mum would be so proud of how brave you’ve been, not just for putting one old trotter in front of the other, for volunteering at the railway museum, for planting pots of new geraniums to replace hers that were lost in the cold – but also for talking, for telling me sometimes how sad you feel, how hard every day is without her. I love you, Daddy-O. xxxxxxx
A couple of days home in the treehouse in the middle of filming. My friend Mel made me this incredible carpentry/gardening pinafore. It’s got my name in leather on the back and LOTS of pockets. I am a very happy scarecrow. Night shoots this week. Pray for me.
Using Dolly as my trailer on my new job in the Wirral. Today I had a man under my skirt for a good hour. It’s a comedy.
Using Dolly as my trailer on my new job in the Wirral. Today I had a man under my skirt for a good hour. It’s a comedy.
Because I ballsed up the hashtag on my story and wrote Canmes, I’m posting too! Here’s me and @bel_scholey in a still from #chuckchuckbaby. #cannesgreat8 not #canmesgreat8
#♥️
SELF-PUBLICITY KLAXON! Chuck Chuck Baby’s journey has begun. We are very excited to be a part of the Cannes Great Eight, a showcase of the very best British films this year. (Aftersun was on last year!) What a thrill. I’ll be up in Liverpool filming an outrageously bleak new comedy so I can’t get my glad rags on and join them in Cannes but I will be ordering fish soup with a floating cheesy crouton and a bottle of Rosé for auld lang syne. (I spent my twenties commando rolling under tent flaps into VIP sections of Cannes parties as a film journalist.) It makes me very bloody happy to think that our joyful film full of heart and songs will be playing there. 💙
SELF-PUBLICITY KLAXON! Chuck Chuck Baby’s journey has begun. We are very excited to be a part of the Cannes Great Eight, a showcase of the very best British films this year. (Aftersun was on last year!) What a thrill. I’ll be up in Liverpool filming an outrageously bleak new comedy so I can’t get my glad rags on and join them in Cannes but I will be ordering fish soup with a floating cheesy crouton and a bottle of Rosé for auld lang syne. (I spent my twenties commando rolling under tent flaps into VIP sections of Cannes parties as a film journalist.) It makes me very bloody happy to think that our joyful film full of heart and songs will be playing there. 💙
SELF-PUBLICITY KLAXON! Chuck Chuck Baby’s journey has begun. We are very excited to be a part of the Cannes Great Eight, a showcase of the very best British films this year. (Aftersun was on last year!) What a thrill. I’ll be up in Liverpool filming an outrageously bleak new comedy so I can’t get my glad rags on and join them in Cannes but I will be ordering fish soup with a floating cheesy crouton and a bottle of Rosé for auld lang syne. (I spent my twenties commando rolling under tent flaps into VIP sections of Cannes parties as a film journalist.) It makes me very bloody happy to think that our joyful film full of heart and songs will be playing there. 💙
They’ve killed Battersea Power Station on the inside – I have been avoiding it but saw it last night at the Silo premiere. It’s a shopping centre like any other. Wellingborough Arndale but without the Wimpey and the wooden dragon to crawl through.
I remember a night 25 years ago. Just me, a security guard and an Alsatian called Uncle. Broken windows, backlit by London’s brown sky, a torch beam picking out mountains and valleys in the rubble. We spoke in whispers because we were in the ruins of a great brick cathedral.
