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Day 220: Who keeps company with the wolves…

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I’m getting a hang of the Chinese habits again: I’m becoming more rude in the restaurants – shouting for service is perfectly OK here. I burp – if there are gases in my body, they need to be let out. And I push my way through – if that’s where I need to go, there’s no need letting others get there first. All of this is completely fine by Chinese standards, but I must – repeat, MUST – remember to unlearn this stuff when I eventually head back to Europe.

Today was a long, frustrating and dull day, yet another spent in my hotel room waiting for the night to pass so I could get some sleep during the morning and afternoon. After eventually dragging myself out of the bed at 3pm, I headed for the gym for a quick workout, then out of the door and into the streets looking for some food. I ended up choosing a bowl of noodles in a close-by restaurant – not the one I used to frequent before, which had gone under, unfortunately, but another place.

Then there was a meeting with Max. As expected, after four days of editing, 2/3 of my suggestions were thrown out of the window, but hey, at least 1/3 stuck, so I’m OK with it. Not a bad result, I’d say. We had a long and loud discussion about some of the changes, and eventually made up and headed for the hot pot across the street. Tuomas joined us, too. He usually stays in the Sanlitun area in Beijing, so he doesn’t really have any idea about the real Beijing food, so for him, the hot-pots and what-nots are exotic and new.

But yeah, that was it. Day in, day out.

Max, smiling over hot pot dinner


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Day 219: Stalinism

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I practiced some Stalinism today, as I was just about to finish the cut of the movie, but suddenly realized I hated to have this one character in the end and then begun a huge cut-erase-and-paste -stitch job, which eventually led to one character who is basically instrumentally in every shot of the last bits of the movie, being there no more, like he never existed. Let’s see if Max thinks my great idea is so great tomorrow, but I was feeling empowered walking out of the editing booth.

There was a proper gym Chinese Gym Chad at the gym today. Muscular, loud and was carrying an admirable-sized water bottle… no, a bucket with him wherever he went. Made me think of that Virgin Sip vs. Chad Quench meme. If those words say nothing to you, don’t bother clicking. He was speaking to his much smaller and weaker friends IN ALL CAPS the whole time, save the moments he was doing his set, which happened with as much huffing, puffing, groaning and existing in every corner of the room as humanely possible. Very untypical behavior for Chinese men, mind you, who are usually pretty subtle and don’t take too much personal or physical space.

Dinner was this time a local Japanese restaurant, where I enjoyed a huge bowl of noodles, some sushi, grilled fish and some rice, and the most amazing service, although nothing, not even menu, was in English. I just randomly chose four items and was positively surprised.

Heading back home, the city felt looming around me with a very special presence tonight. Got me feeling all Blade Runner, so I went back in and slapped the masterpiece-of-a-film on my TV and sunk into the retro-futuristic world of Ridley Scott for the next two hours.

Sometimes, working abroad is dull and lonely, but today, it was just perfect.


PS. It’s 2am as I’m writing this, and I haven’t yet gone to bed, and I’m starting to feel tired now. Let’s see if this rhythm change actually turns out to happen in the end. Crossing fingers, and nighty-night y’all!


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Day 218: Maestro At Work

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It was 3pm when I finally dragged my ass out of the bed. Shower, dress up and head over to Sanlitun for some music work with Tuomas. We grabbed some lunch at a small cafe close by, and then went for it.

It’s always amazing to see Tuomas work. He’s super fast, really creative and unlike nobody when he’s deep in the zone. He can be blabbering on about nothing, making weird noises and sounds and jumping around the room like a madman, and then suddenly fall silent, grab the keyboard and compose the most beautiful, amazing piece of music on the fly, without moment’s hesitation.

Maestro at work

He’s also extremely receptive for notes, but I learned to let him work as much as possible by himself, and only tuck him to right direction every now and then. The more involved a director gets, the less it becomes the musicians’ work, and while sometimes it’s necessary, most of the times it’s best to let them do their craft and just nod and smile in the corner of the room.

We worked for some good three to four hours, and then I headed back home. I went to the gym for some 5km rowing and then headed to bed, falling asleep around midnight… only to wake up at 3am again. So, it seems there’s no way of fixing the rhythm on this trip, no matter what I do. So maybe I just succumb to the fact and try to live the nocturnal lifestyle. At least I have time to catch up with my emails, blogging and stuff…

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Day 217: A visitor from Finland

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Good news is, Tuomas is here. That’s Tuomas Kantelinen, my composer. He decided to quit fiddling around in Finland and instead booked flights and hotels in Beijing and flew over, hauling half of his studio with him, although they didn’t allow him to bring the 47-kilogram synthesizer with him.

He set up his studio into his room at the center of Beijing, and the intention is that I will shuttle between Jiabo office, VHQ office and his hotel room the next two weeks working on VFX, music and edit, all simultaneously.

Tuomas in his hotel room studio
Hutong rooftops

The day we spent editing at Jiabo, and headed in the evening to the town. I had decided to go out no matter what to have a beer and enjoy a night out, since Sunday would be mostly day off for me, so with Chris me and Tuomas headed for a Lebanese dinner in the center of the city, after which Chris took us to the hutongs, where we spent much of the evening. We walked around the dark alleys and eventually ended up into a rooftop terrace having a beer and chatting this and that, of life, love and work.

Iron Sky cow?

In the night I ended up wandering around Sanlitun area, dropping by at one bar and realizing there’s nothing there for me, so I went home, tuned in for some Finnish evergreen music and watched YouTube videos most of the night until I finally caught some sleep.

Beijing CBD area at 4:30am. Not much going on around…
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Day 216: Shuffling on

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So there I am, back at editing. The process is ever-so-painful since the editor doesn’t speak any English, so I have to work through a translator. Now that my regular translator/production assistant Tanya is at a maternity leave, I work with Rebecca – or Ma Kun – who is actually a casting director, not really hired to be my assistant, but I guess they dragged whomever they can who speaks English. The good thing is, she’s actually really interested in editing and has a good intention to this, and most importantly, she’s actually interested in the end result. So the work turned out to be really fruitful and productive, and I snipped, nipped, tucked and twisted the cut quite a bit, finishing the day by shuffling most of the scenes in the beginning into a completely new order, crossing my fingers it would work.

Later, we went for a dinner with Rebecca to a close by local Chinese place where I’ve been going since how long, but never really knew HOW to order their special dish, a kind of delicious Chinese wrap I had only once, many months ago. So it was nice to have someone around who actually knew how to get that stuff.

We had a nice talk and dinner, after which I headed back home and tried sleeping, failing yet again until early morning hours.

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Day 215: Tales of the Future

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The famous CCTV building of Beijing

We had a meeting with Max today. I had prepared myself by rowing some five kilometers at the gym in the morning, well, afternoon (after waking up, that is), and then I walked into the office. He was already in full steam like only Max can be. Right away he barked to the editor to open up some of the problematic scenes and told me to tell him how to edit them to fix them. Mind you, our actual editor, Mrs. Fang, had already quit the project since she had a baby and couldn’t finish what we were doing, and anyway, it was more Max’s show now, with all the changes pouring in on a daily basis.

I told him that I’m not going to start editing now, but that we would discuss what the new cut would need in my opinion. I had written a lengthy and rather snarky list commenting some of the changes he had introduced to the cut but decided against blurting it out in its’ full snarkiness. It rarely is worth it, and again, the actual conversation that arose from it helped me to see better the root of some changes, and also allowed me to comment my concerns to him. So eventually we agreed I would do a few days of editing work, and then screen my take to Max.

After the meeting, which lasted some three hours, Chris invited me to a dinner with some friends of his. We went to this Schezuan place, famous for its’ tasty and pretty spicy (and oily, mind you) dishes. Joining us was a Chinese actor – a tall guy from the north (we discussed why people from the northern regions are taller, guessing it had something to do with the nutrition – turns out it’s not really true, but there is a slight correlation to that direction.) There was also an American producer who was there to meet with the actor, as she was working on a project she was looking to cast him.

We had a great dinner, it was nice talking in English, although the Chinese actor felt a bit left out, and the poor thing ended up wanting to pay the whole dinner in the end. But hopefully he gets the part at least!

Taxi home, few hours of sleep, then tossing and turning in bed until morning, breakfast and then a proper 6 hours of sleep. Apparently my regular cycle here.

Under The Horse (Photo by Chris Yao)
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Day 214: One More Kiss, Dear

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Today, I went to VHQ and we continued our visual effects journey, this time debating elements like wormholes, intergalactic fluids and the complex yet fascinating history of the Earth.

Riding back home I got the Blade Runner vibes watching the gray and polluted city slipping past my taxi window. Huge buildings reaching into the smog-covered sky, sun staring down like a bladder filled with bile, to quote my friend Janos Honkonen’s poem from years back.


The hotel room offered no remedy. I was antsy, so I went down to the gym. Luckily, the gym in the building is pretty decent, a good place to get a nice workout. I’ve been rather active about workouts here, mainly because that’s the only thing to do outside of lying in bed and wishing for the sleep, which definitely isn’t coming.

Mandatory Gym Selfie

I did my workout – this time, a kettlebell workout and some rowing – and headed back to my room. Still feeling antsy, I googled where’s the best burger in town and found a place which was promoted being a nice and having a Western vibe. It’s funny how important words like “sports bar” and “beer” come when living in China even for a few days.

The taxi dropped me off in a completely wrong place, so I had to walk about a mile to find the actual restaurant – the taxi drivers here in Beijing don’t give a shit, they just drop you off somewhere, wave their hand in the general direction of neon lights and no matter if the place you are going to is there or not, they indicate it is and before you know anything, you’re outta the door and lost in the biggest city in the world, speaking no common language with anyone, and without a map since VPN for sure won’t work.

rhdrOh, and one more thing about the taxi drivers: they fart. A lot. And that’s like a normal thing. The didi (ex-uber) drivers don’t, but regular taxi drivers they don’t give a shit, they just let it rip whenever they feel like it.

But hey, the taxi drive is cheap, that’s good. Cheap enough to smell someone’s ass gases for sure.

IMG_20190508_225216.jpgThe burger wasn’t anything to write home about. Or blog about, so I won’t go too deep into it, but it was nice to walk around and see some people. I had two beers with the burger, and rode home nicely buzzed and in a good mood. No sleep, but at least it was nice to go out for a bit.

One more kiss, dear
One more sigh
Only this, dear, is goodbye
For our love is such pain and such pleasure
That I’ll treasure ’til I die

– Vangelis / One More Kiss Dear (From Blade Runner Soundtrack


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Day 213: Death By Hotel

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Screenshot 2019-05-08 at 2.39.53I’m bored out of my skull.

It’s only third day here and the hotel death is creeping in. Staying up late at night, staring at Internet (if it happens to work) and waiting to get tired. Completely uninspired to do anything useful like reading the scripts that keep piling up on my hard drive, not to mention actually writing a script. It’s just dead night time, watching dumb YouTube videos, scanning Twitter and trying to think what to eat tomorrow. It’s hotel death, and I’m the victim yet again.

Reading auto-translated Iron Sky comments on Twitter. Walking up to the big window overlooking the slowly quieting city. A car here, another there. Watching maybe a movie! But when the mind is this uninspired as it only gets during these endless nights, even that is hard. Hard to focus. Reading a book? No hope. It’s just endless, slowly crawling hours lying in bed, wishing only the breakfast open up, but it’s still good 5 hours before that. And no hope sleeping.Screenshot 2019-05-08 at 2.40.03

No hope at all.

I take night walks. I enjoy that. I’ll go around few blocks, take few photos, grab an ice cream at the 7-11. Come back up, back to bed. No sleep for the wicked. Not even close. At least it’s nice outside. Not too cold, not too muggy either. Not too polluted. Nice night air. Nothing is really open, but at least it’s something.


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Day 212: Communication Breakdown

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This. This shit. It drives me nuts.

Working from China to Europe is the most frustrating part of this business, period. Since the Great China Firewall is blocking most of the regular communication methods like Whatsapp and Google services, you are relying entirely on the random functions of a VPN service. I use ExpressVPN, which used to be a really good one but has begun to drop connection these days very regularly. I asked on Twitter around for better options but got mostly ravings about services nobody had actually tested in China. There is, I understand, a really hardcore VPN service which you can use, but it needs deeper computer knowledge, and thus, way out of my league.

The solution could be WeChat, but the truth is, WeChat sucks big time. It’s a terrible way to communicate and especially since nobody really has that in Europe, it’s always hard to start asking people using some shady service just to have a call. Phonecalls are obviously ridiculously expensive so you have to find better solutions, especially this day and age, making a phone call to Europe from China is just unnecessary and ridiculous.

Funny enough, the time difference is not that big of a problem. Morning in Europe is late lunchtime in Europe, so if there WAS a meaningful way to communicate with Europe, lunch would be the best to take care of that side of the world. But since VPN usually works the best only during nighttime, you have to stay awake until midnight to get a steady connection, and then it’s already past office hours in Europe…

Truly, there’s no way to win this battle, and it’s getting worse and worse all the time. Running a big project like ours, which requires constant communication between these two worlds is already hard on its’ own, and with this constant communication breakdown, it’s just terrible trying to make something out of all this.

Another thing is the big files. Of course, every conceivable service for sending files you can’t fit into an email is blocked, no surprises there, but the issue is that for some reason, China doesn’t have any decent alternatives available, at least not in the English language. There is Baidu’s service, but it’s truly impossible to operate since everything is in Mandarin and there is no “change language to English” -button anywhere.

So the only way to send huge files to Europe, or to receive them – and trust me, in the film business that’s one thing you need constantly – is to do it via VPN and using DropBox or WeTransfer, but when the connection drops, that’s the end of that transfer. Praying it would actually continue – which these services sort of should understand to provide – is a high hope. There’s nothing, absolutely nothing you can do to get a 100mb file across. It’s easier to send a hard drive via airmail if you really need something.

And of course, adding to it all the general bad WiFi situation here. The office I work at has a terribly slow WiFi even without VPN, the hotel’s Internet is choppy as hell and our VFX company’s WiFi is also quite a disaster.

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Truly, in order to really connect the west and the east, this is where it all should begin: communications should be made easier. China can keep its’ Firewall, and Google and Facebook can keep their encryptions, but please punch a hole in both ends so we can do some legitimate Internet calls and send the crucial files. I don’t give two shits about Instagram of Facebook or Snapchat or Twitter or what have you not working here, my life is better with any of them constantly pinging around, but PLEASE let me use Gmail, Skype or Whatsapp and Dropbox or Wetransfer. Or at least, Google, Facebook and whoever-is-running-Dropbox – please make a China-friendly versions available of your most crucial services.

This situation as it stands now is not good for anyone.


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Day 211: The Most Chinese Thing

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Yesterday walking down the road here in CBD district in Beijing, on our way to yet another amazing hot pot dinner down the road I saw what I believe encompasses modern China in one image.

A guy was selling a handful of turnips and potatoes on the street corner. He had this weather-worn, brown-tanned working Chinese man’s wrinkled face and skinny countryside body. He had a cart, which was probably a hundred years old, made before there was a telephone anywhere near where the cart was built. On it, were two to three baskets with a bunch of potatoes and turnips on them – not a lot, some 40-50 each. This was just like a scene from a classic Chinese movie, nothing peculiar there.

But then, a business guy walks up to him and buys a handful of stuff, but instead of paying with a crumpled bills or greasy coins, he pulls out his top-notch latest-in-line high-tech Huawei Samsung iPhone 5000 phone, and just at the same instant the potato seller flips out his just-as-brand-new phone, and in 2 seconds they WeChat the money over and transaction is done.

That’s China for you. The modern world clashing with the rural truth with such ease. And that’s I believe why China is moving so swiftly, people are able to bring these two elements together, meaning if another fails, there’s always a fallback.

Evening at the CBD district

But the engineers here, that’s another story. The hotel I am at, which is, by the way, not New Otani anymore, has some really strange logic with elements like lights for example. There’s a good set of switches that control the lights in the living room, and in the bedroom, and in the toilets, foyers, and whatnot. But it’s like reading Estonian, it kinda makes sense, but everything means an exactly different thing. So trying to get your bed lamp to work means you need to turn on three times foyer light, once the master switch, then push master from another set of switches and then suddenly only toilet lamp and the bed lamp. Now that I’ve managed to turn it on, I don’t dare to turn it off. The only problem is, when it’s on, the sockets don’t work…

Anyway, as you can deduct, I’m back in Beijing again, after running around Europe releasing The Coming Race in several territories. We’re going to be working on post production for the next 20 days.

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