The title might have given the impression I was going to scribble about shorts, ie short trousers ….. maybe I should, given that I wore shorts at school until I was 18 …….
Dauntsey’s School First Orchestra circa 1964
…. but I’m not! Those who practise hot yoga in the Middle Street studio are an interesting group, from diverse backgrounds and professions, the young and those slightly older. Some of the regulars have become good friends, others prefer to drop in, practise, and leave, without any interaction; each to their own!
Sophie is an ‘award-winning actor, writer and film producer who works professionally under the name Cerys Knighton’. (See PC 342 Relationships IRL July 2023). She’s a graduate of the National Film and Television School and recently her short film ‘I’m Not Brilliant’ was shown as part of Brighton’s Film Festival in The Trinity Chapel on Duke Street in the centre of the city.
The chapel was built in 1817 by Thomas Kemp for his Nonconformist congregation, underwent several alterations during the C19th, and closed in 1984 due to declining numbers. In keeping with a lot of non-conformist places of worship, around three sides it has a large gallery on its first floor. The Fabrica Art Gallery made the chapel its home in 1996 and it was Fabrica which laid on the ‘Short Film Festival’.
I wouldn’t regard myself as a ‘Film Buff’, enjoy mainstream films as much as anyone, but sense our attendance at the local Odeon cinema has declined over the years. Supporting friends in their professional careers is important to me, so we went along to the early-evening screening of Sophie’s and other ‘short’ films; anything under 40 minutes is considered ‘short’. Hers was sixth on the list. The first was more like a dirge; atmospheric cliff-top images of Guernsey for 17 minutes, interspersed with a red-bearded individual who wandered around with a tattered old book. I have a habit of falling asleep in dark, warm places, so maybe I missed the whole point!
The next film was about a surprise birthday party, the subject entering a doorway and confronted by ‘friends and family’, whom you heard but didn’t see. She kept protesting that she didn’t do birthday parties and then seemed to get sprayed with blood ……! Again, the point was completely lost on me; the audience gave it desultory applause for some 4 seconds, so maybe I wasn’t alone. There was a short film, almost a documentary, about individuals who volunteered on a hospital radio. It had ‘real’ people not actors but again its point was lost – on me! One interesting film showed a series of cartoons about a boy going to Boarding School, the voice-over suggesting he felt abandoned and unloved. The choice of dull colours, browns and greys, added to the sense of despair. A clever way of portraying a difficult and possibly traumatic subject.
At the beginning of my commissioned Army service, I won a prize for being the best/worst/punctual/late/immaculate/scruffy – interested/ disinterested/capable/incapable young officer – it was a long time ago!! The award came with a cheque for £50 (about a month’s pay!) – to be spent on ‘sports equipment’. Did I need another Squash racket? I didn’t play cricket so no need for a new bat, I played Rugby but didn’t need to buy a ball: I was at a loss! Eventually I persuaded the committee that I would seriously benefit from buying a Super 8 Cine Camera and projector; it was a stretch but ultimately successful. I used it for almost ten years before buying a Ftb Canon 50mm still camera.
A still from one of the many hours of ‘sailing trips’ Super 8 Cine film; the late James Hodges skippering a yacht returning from the Channel Islands.
Given that two aspects of my life then, offshore sailing and my Royal Artillery service, were full of photogenic opportunities, it was inevitable I ended up with hours of 8mm cine film, spliced together when necessary. Life moved on; I transferred the films I wanted to keep to VHS video tape …… then onto CDs. Now I don’t have a dedicated CD player …….
I was reminded of my library of Super 8 film by the fifth ‘short’ showing, a mishmash of family cine film reels spliced together in some incoherent way. I am sure the more critical members of the audience would have gained something by watching all 9 minutes, but I didn’t include myself in that group.
And then we got to our ‘Main Event’, Sophie’s film ‘I’m Not Brilliant’, written by her and directed by Julian Kerridge.
Sophie plays Donna, an overly keen carer of Elsie, an elderly woman wanting to end her life. Little flashes of very dark humour, like Elsie going up the stairs with an electrical toaster saying: ‘Think I’ll go and have a bath’ made me smile, as did the confusion about the location of Dignitas as one of the options – Sweden? Elsie is determined to spend any extra cash she has and not let her ungrateful daughter get her hands on it, so they depart for the local pub. There they bump into a Hen Night, to which Donna thought she should have been invited. And there was a delightful twist at the end to make you smile with relief. This short film got the loudest round of applause of the evening, not because Sophie had packed the audience with friends and supporters but because it was a rounded, sensible and watchable film.
After an interval, another collection of ‘shorts’ and another audience. We drifted out of the old chapel, into the cool evening air and made our way home. These viewings are the bedrock of the cinematic industry and the development of its creatives, without whom we couldn’t sit back in Screen 4 with the tub of popcorn and escape into a different world. No doubt we will read about some of the makers of and participants in these short films in the years to come, as they grow, experience and are recognised for their art.
Richard 2nd January 2026
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