Showing posts with label Michael Smith. Show all posts
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Newcastle in film: Dead Frequency


Dead Frequency: a vampire film set in Newcastle
(with real Geordie accents) for release in February 2011. (See also and here)



Newcastle in Film: The Likely Lads







Prior's Haven

Tynemouth pier


Coast Road flats Wallsend

The lads' caravan crosses the Tyne

Rothbury

Visit to the Roman Wall


The Bee Hive Inn, Earsdon

Corbridge





Whitley Bay sea front

The Dome of the Spanish City



Newcastle Quayside



South Shields ferry landing

Newcastle in film: Dont Look Back Bob Dylan in Newcastle


Bob Dylan's 1965 visit to Newcastle for his 6 May concert at the City Hall is recorded in D. A. Pennebaker's Dont [sic] Look Back (1967).


Bob is welcomed to Newcastle by Councillor Theresa Russell who invites him to stay at 'her' Mansion House when she becomes Lord Mayor the following year (1965-1966).


In return Bob gives her a harmonica. Mrs Russell endowed an Old Testament Studies prize at the grammar of which I was the first winner for an essay on Apocalyptic literature. That was my only appearance on the stage of the City Hall.


Bob checks out a guitar shop


before setting off on a walk down Pudding Chare.




Later he tries on a jacket in Marcus Price in the Groat Market.


An ecstatic shop assistant looks on.


He also chooses a tie which is admired by his manager and Alan Price who are both sampling a well-known local beverage.


The next day he sets off for Manchester by train. A crowd of local school girls see him off from the Central Station.


Crossing the bridge to Platform 10.



He says good-bye to the fans outside the Refreshment Room in the little passage between Platforms 9 and 1o. He seems to be wearing his new Marcus Price jacket.


A 'Peak' arrives with the empty stock from Heaton carriage sidings ready to form the 1210 Newcastle to Bristol train. The headcode 1V45 indicates an express destined for the Western Region.


Girls run alongside the departing train. A mail train is standing at Platform 8.


One of those old glass refreshment trolleys.


Mail bags were once such a common sight on station platforms.

More mail bags and a DMU for the Carlisle line at Platform 15.


Newcastle in film: Stormy Monday



Stormy Monday (1988), directed by Michael Figgis, pits crooked American investor and property 'developer' Tommy Lee Jones against Newcastle nightclub owner Sting. Sean Bean warns Sting of Jones's true intentions and becomes involved with Melanie Griffith who has apparently previously been used by Jones in his dodgy doings. There's a subplot involving a Polish jazz band who fly over from Cracow to Woolsington to perform in North Shields. Thanks to Sting and various hoodlums at last there's some Geordie spoken in this one.



A developer's 'vision' for Newcastle. At least the buses were still to be yellow.


Sean Bean heads down to the Quayside


and back again


where he bumps into Melanie Griffith opposite the barber's.


Later he takes a Metro somewhere


and then travels in a convoy


to North Shields


to the bottom of Howard Street. The building on the right is the former Literary and Philosophical Society Library later the offices of the Stag Line Shipping Company.


Bean meets Melanie again at the top of the Library Stairs.


This platform at the end of Howard Street was intended to lead onto a never built bridge across the Tyne to South Shields.


They return to Newcastle passing a newly privatised ex- PTE bus. Busways retained the old Corporation yellow livery, indeed restored a bit of pre-war maroon. Their takeover by Stagecoach put an end to yellow buses in Newcastle.


Sting meets his rival on the Tyne Bridge.



A Parade is heading down to the Quayside past Brian Mills's Newcastle Bookshop


and the Cafe Procope


in a bit of a homage to Get Carter.



It stretches back to the Royal Station Hotel


where the red carpet has been put out for the American villain.


Melanie arrives


and on leaving 'keys' the American's car.



It all ends explosively.