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Nov 16, 2010 11:27:09 GMT
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My brother is an up and coming film director dude with curse word all money but is in the preliminary stages of his first 'big' film and needs an ice cream van - I think it's something to do with a killer virus and cannibalism with human meat and other such delicacies! Sounds well cool and I said I'd ask on me forum to see if any of you lot have one? Wouldn't be much if any payment apart from beers, tea and snacks but your van will be forever captured on screen! Let me know chaps and chappesses ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Nov 16, 2010 11:31:26 GMT
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publish an ad in the local paper saying theres a boot sale on, ones bound to turn up. ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png)
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Volvo back as my main squeeze, more boost and some interior goodies on the way.
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Nov 16, 2010 11:35:00 GMT
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curse word I wish I still had the bay... That would have been perfect... Just put a plastic icecream on top and the lil tune thing.... Was a big white factory hightop , Lowered on carlton GSI wheels.... would have loved to have seen that on film haha... Like this.... ![](http://www.autobild.de/ir_img/57586265_3c312b1fec.jpg) If thats your cuppa tea you might wanna ask on vzi... Theres a few about still... Bit few and far between as people don't seem to like them
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Last Edit: Nov 16, 2010 11:37:39 GMT by retrowagen1234
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Nov 16, 2010 11:44:26 GMT
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That wouldn't been cool, not to worry! Might ask on there too then ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) Popup you may be onto something there ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png)
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Nov 16, 2010 11:46:30 GMT
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I want an ice cream van, so i can paint it black with skulls and stuff on it, a scary clown face on the roof, play Toccata in fuge over the tannoy and drive it past schools at lunctime giving kids nightmares. ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png)
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Volvo back as my main squeeze, more boost and some interior goodies on the way.
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Nov 16, 2010 11:52:19 GMT
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When I was in college I was actually an ice cream man at weekends ( is it even legal for a 17 yr old to drive a van??!) I had a big red Mohawk and used to scare kids off - not the best selling tactic. We left on non favourable terms (my mate told the boss to shove his I ice cream up his ![](http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/underwire/2009/11/fox_60.jpg) !) hence why I haven't tried to lend a van frim him for my bro!!
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Nov 16, 2010 12:44:57 GMT
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Is there not someone on here (in Blackpool?) who has a Hustler icecream van like this?: ![](http://i728.photobucket.com/albums/ww283/bigalan/lucavan.jpg)
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Last Edit: Nov 16, 2010 12:45:33 GMT by bigalan
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Nov 16, 2010 12:50:43 GMT
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Wow, I hope so!! I'm sure mike would be made up with one like that! I think quirkier the better but any old ice cream van will do, I'll get some more details from him today
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Nov 16, 2010 14:17:16 GMT
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I have two icies on the books, but the Mk1 transit is in Sunderland and the other Mk2 transit (West London) works for a living, and is probably tucked up on a SORN by now. That's the problem you are going to come up against, working vans are often taken off the road in winter, so it would take some money to get them back out again. If you wait till the summer you are looking at a good few hundred a day as that's what they make when the sun shines. Also, it could be a bit hit and miss if the owner of a working van likes your project. Good luck anyway, and have a look at www.a2ecommercials.webs.com for more info.......
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Nov 16, 2010 14:39:29 GMT
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Is there not someone on here (in Blackpool?) who has a Hustler icecream van like this?: ![](http://i728.photobucket.com/albums/ww283/bigalan/lucavan.jpg) There is, painted white and blue, but I cannot remember the name either...
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Nov 16, 2010 15:11:43 GMT
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Here is the script i was wrong bout the cannibalism that's a different film he's working on. This is one he's doin with his mate who also wrote the script called Jimmy Johnson.
"The Ice-Cream Men.
A dark street in Liverpool. An ice-cream van, alone, drives down the street. Its bell and song are off. It is driven by a middle-aged man in a white jacket and hat, and next to him is Johnny, dressed casually. Johnny looks uncomfortable. “Moribund the Burgermeister” by Peter Gabriel plays, and is then heard on the radio, at the sinister “I will find out” part, as we join them in the cab.
J: I don’t want to do it, dad. I’m not ready.
D: Rubbish, son. You’ll be fine. I did it much younger than you, and look at me now. Van and shop supply franchise of me own, and Graves ice-cream tubs in every cash and carry dessert section this side of the Tyne.
J: But dad-
D: I’ll hear no more about it son, we’re here. You’ll make us proud. I know it.
Johnny unconvinced. Crapping himself. The van approaches a large steel gate. Sam turns on the chimes. The first half of the first phrase of “If You Go Down In The Woods Today” sounds. The second phrase, after a few seconds, plays back from within the compound. The gates open, and the van is driven in.
We see a large room in an ice-cream factory. Rows of white-clad men are lined up to make an aisle. At their head is a large throne with two 99s as rear legs. Johnny and Sam walk to the near end of the row and stand facing each other.
Ice-Cream Brother 1: Silence! For the gaffer!
All the men stiffen and look to the door. “Greensleeves” chimes from a PA system. An elderly man enters to it. He wears white, with “99” flakes around his neck, and a golden ice-cream cone (actual size) as a hat. He walks solemnly, his red cape held off the ground by two other men in white, with smaller red capes. His cape has a mystical symbol of two crossed 99s drawn in hundreds-and-thousands. He sits on the throne. His acolytes stand either side.
Gaffer: Good evening, brothers.
(Murmur of response)
Tonight, we see before us a young hopeful, eager to enter our organisation. He will be tested to our own exacting standards. He will, as have we all, attempt to create our secret ice-cream. Should he succeed, he will join our ranks, and receive the support of the loyal brotherhood in his quest to bring fresh, soft, refreshing ice-cream to the people of this land. Should he fail, he will pay...the ultimate price.
(General murmur of anticipation and apprehension) Johnny looks at Sam in terror, who merely nods, eyes widened, calmly.
J: What the hell is the ultimate price?
Gaffer: Jonathan Graves! Are you prepared for the ultimate test of your whippy dispensing abilities?
J: I-
Sam: Just do it how I told you Johnny, just do it right. Make us proud son.
G: Are you prepared, Jonathan?
J: I...(looks at Sam again, he nods again)...I am prepared to create the closest guarded and most terrible secret of the dairy snack world. To face the challenge presented me by my milk-and-flake brethren.
G: Then approach you...the tank.
The brethren part to allow Johnny to approach an ice-cream van tank, with dispensing handle and cone stack. With “If you go down to the woods today” playing slowly, in horror-film kiddies’ nursery style, in the background, he walks slowly to it, aware of the gaze, rapt, of the many white coated men upon him. He grips the handle, and takes a single cone. A small child enters and stands before him, wearing a scarlet mask, covered in blood red hundreds-and-thousands, which covers his face entirely. Johnny gulps, Sam begins to sweat.
J: Alright, young man. What can I get you?
A sigh of relief from the ice-cream vendors.
Child: (Solemnly) A 99 please, mister.
Johnny closes his eyes, and opens them again. He begins to curl the ice-cream into the cone. All eyes are upon him. It is going well. He relaxes, just a little. He pours sauce on the ice-cream, and sprinkles hundreds-and-thousands on top. He takes the boy’s pound coin. He hands the cone to the boy.
The boy takes the cone, and looks at it. There is a terrible pause, and Johnny sweats profusely, as does Sam. He looks up again.
Child: Where’s my flake?
A low murmur from the assembled crowd.
C: (Turning to the crowd, raising the cone) Where’s my FLAKE?
The crowd begin to shout in a low fashion, in despair and agony. Johnny is panicking, turning his head to and fro, he calls to Sam, who looks imploringly at the Gaffer.
G: SILENCE! Jonathan Graves. You have failed to successfully complete the dispensing of the secret snack. You can never join the ranks of our softly-whipped brotherhood. However, you now know too much of our organisation to be allowed to go free, to live as you have done before. You must suffer the ultimate punishment for your failure. You will be taken from here, to a place of cream storage, and you will become one with that cream, until you are a man no more... (almost a whisper) Take him away.
The assembled crowd roar and shout, while acolytes 1 and 2 take Johnny by the arms and drag him up some steps to a large vat of ice-cream, vanilla flavoured.
J: No! No, you can’t do this! It’s wrong! No! Help me! For the love of God help me! Wait, dad! Dad! You can’t let them do this!
Crowd is silent.
S: I’m sorry, Johnny boy. You knew the risks.
J: But dad...but I’m your son. For God’s sake I’m your son!
Short pause.
Sam looks at the Gaffer, who raises his head, maintaining eye contact.
Pause.
S: I have no son.
Sam turns and walks away, a tear in his eye. Behind him we see Johnny having been mobbed and bound by the mob, shouting and wailing, being lowered into the vat by the acolytes, the mob roaring and squirting him with sauces. A flake is ceremoniously put between his teeth like a gag before he is lowered. The Gaffer looks on solemnly, while the chimes on the PA play ”Whistle While You Work” at half speed. We see Sam exit the room and shut the door. As he does so, the chimes cease and the scene cuts with the sound of the door clanging shut.
Yo, this is the script. We will probably need the ice cream van in about a month the actor will have to drive it throuh liverpool so will need insurance. Anything else you need to know gimme a shout"
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Nov 16, 2010 15:21:37 GMT
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Davey mate you need to put the icey on your production insurance. It's industry standard, most suppliers don't insure on camera, or at least the won't do it for nothing. Neither will private insurance cover for film use. You mention that to any ordinary insurance company they will run a mile! Alternatively they will quadruple your premium at renewal.....
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Nov 16, 2010 15:44:59 GMT
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Cheers ears I'll tell my bro ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) useful info there!!
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Nov 16, 2010 15:59:45 GMT
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Nov 16, 2010 16:11:51 GMT
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I want an ice cream van, so I can paint it black with skulls and stuff on it, a scary clown face on the roof, play Toccata in fuge over the tannoy and drive it past schools at lunctime giving kids nightmares. ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) ![](http://internettrash.com/users/coalchamber/pics/icetruck.jpg)
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