DAY TEN – SCLUB WIND UP IN JAIL. We are in Cordoniu – a famous winery 30 minutes North of Barcelona which has beautifully decorated grounds and aging brick buildings which all have the smell of fermenting wine lingering in their shadows. We have picked a huge vaulted section of the winery for the jail sequence where the band wind up after their illicit flit from the Ritz. The room is lined with wine barrels so we have changed the script accordingly and added the gag: “It’s the only jail in Spain where people are trying to break in!” We even make Armando, one of the prisoners, walk into the cell in bare feet covered with raspberry jam to create the impression he’s been crushing grapes all day.
I get home to find a tape has arrived from London for me with some scenes from the movie already cut together. I stare at the package for ten minutes too scared to open it. What if the movie is crap? I haven’t seen dailies since day 2 (my copies are apparently languishing on the desk of some executive many thousands of miles away) so I have no real idea what the movie is looking like and I’m losing perspective fast – what if the tape contains untold truths that it is too late to resolve? I pluck up my courage and turn on the VCR and within two minutes I’m chuckling away at my own stuff. OK – so it’s not Gone With The Wind but it was never meant to be. S-Club are looking good on film, their performances are charming and entertaining and Joan, Laia et al are doing a fantastic job.