Opening title sequence created by Kris Clarkin as his thesis project. It’s for a proposed film adaptation of the book “Kill Your Friends,” based in London in 1997 when ‘Britpop’ is at its height.
I found Clarkin’s title sequence very entertaining, playfully integrating the names of the cast and crew into items found in the apartment with quick cuts to flashbacks from the main character’s life – sex, drugs and debauchery.
The book opens with a quote from Hunter S. Thompson, which summarizes the essence of the novel:
“The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs. There is also a negative side.”
Joy gets on a plane and visits Patrick and I in England.
We take her to one of the two nightclubs in our small town.
Take a train to London. The conductor tells us the wrong track and we get stuck at the station for an hour.
We get some beer and take some photos.
We arrive at our hotel at midnight and they are closed. They leave instructions to go down to the left basement stairwell where we find a red traffic cone hiding our keys with further instructions to get to our rooms.
We wake up late and sit at a cafe, talk and take pictures. Eat some English food.
We wander around London.
We try to see some wax museum but the line is too long. We walk to Oxford Street.
We window shop, don't buy anything. Oxford Street looks just like New York so we cab it to some sights.
Before heading back to the hotel we stop at a small tavern near Big Ben.
Joy takes photos of us, taking photos of her.
We go to the London eye and decide it will be better at night.
Some guy with a camera shoves us out of the way. They shoot a Burger King commercial along the River Thames.
We miss the changing of the guards.
Our cab driver tells us to head to Shoreditch, East London for late night eats and drinks.
First we ride the London Eye. The city looks intense at night.
Take another cab to Shoreditch and hit The Diner before the bars. Share a $5 milkshake with bourbon in it.
We look for a bar and Joy almost becomes roadkill trying to cross the street. We find a pub that stays open til 3 then get some late night kabobs before heading back to our hotel. The End.
