Tag Archives: film making

London Boy |Promotional Photo Shoot |October 2015

LONDONBOY Promotion Photo Shoot.
Location : South East London Street (Exact location still to be determined)
When : 3rd October 2015
20-30 Volunteers required +Photographer, Wardrobe/Makeup and classic car owners

film strip picture

Hi Guys
I’ve Just had a meeting with our award winning director Lee Hutcheon and the rest of the London Boy Team.
A lot of things were discussed at the meeting, especially those that will get this show on the road. It’s been a long time in the making but those things that are well thought through and cared for are the things that are most promising to succeed. For those of you that have been in contact with our team wanting to be involved in our movie project, this promo shoot will be right up your street. Whether you’re an actor, wardrobe/make up artist or a brilliant photographer etc this is a great opportunity for you to show off your skills and get noticed.

The main theme for this promo shoot will be centred on shooting real life shots from the 60’s-70’s era. Our aims are to use a street location that has survived change over the last 40-50 years. Then we intend to transform that same street back in time to as it was back then. This would include adding characters dressed in period clothing from that time. The theme for wardrobe would be centred on the working class of that era. (More string vests and jeans, less designer suits etc.) So wardrobe is an essential for this promo to work out successfully. The type of characters we want to portray in the right context would be a mixture of those that would look suitable to the surrounding environment from that time. Example: Imagine a normal Saturday morning: Housewife with shopping + 2 kids in a pram walking along, a group of kids playing football in the street, two old girls chatting over the fence, a group of local hard men (dressed casually) A taxi driver dropping off a fare, a few fruit & veg stalls including punters buying their wares… The list goes on, but I feel I have given you guys a good idea on what we are trying to achieve with this.

The shots from this shoot will be used to start the promotion of the movie London Boy. Press, TV and radio will be present, not only to cover the event but to interview Lee and myself.

When Lee and I first sat down to write the script, it was agreed that we would keep to the original storyline. We did not want to deviate from or fictionalise parts of the script just to get it completed earlier. After all writing an adaptation from book to film is no easy task especially if you want to keep with the original storyline. If we are to create a movie based on a true no holds barred account of a real human tale of a kid growing up in a crime ridden area. Then we had to keep it real and true to life. That means portraying the bad times, as well as the good times. Most importantly the knock-on effect these times had on love ones, friends and others. This is what makes London Boy so different to some of the gangster tales that have been released of late. No one has done anything like this before because it shows what life was really like for a gangster in the making. The script reads as if all the ego and pride has been removed and replaced with the less exaggerated truth!

So actors (m/f) of varied ages who want to take part and get the chance to meet the director/me and the casting crew before auditions, than say no more…get in touch. Even those of you that have already submitted show reels, please contact me again so as to speed up the process.
We will also need a good photographer B/W with a good knowledge of light to do the shoot and the same goes for wardrobe and make-up. These are not paying roles but if you show up and get involved, you’re more likely to get the contract for the main feature film. As of yet only two acting parts have been filled and no contracts for wardrobe/make-up etc have been awarded at this time. We are also looking for automobiles’ from that era. So whether you’re a classic car club organiser or a single car owner you’ll have a good chance of getting the contract to supply vehicles for the main feature if you turn up. So this is a chance to reap what you sow. Moving forward in this business requires taking a chance now and again. Well this is a sure thing and a chance worth taking.

All enquires to Johnny

film-roll

johnny@londonboy.tv

London Boy | Johnny Mack | Writing About Demons

This week London Boy film fans are given a totally real and brutally honest insight into Johnny Mack and the man that he is. Johnny talks openly for the first time of his purpose for turning his hand to writing and his continual battle against addiction / alcoholism….

 

The Questions I’m Often Asked & My Journey Of writing So Far

 

Johnny Mack's addictions

The Lows & Fighting Demons

 

Hello guys.

 

Sorry there haven’t been many blogs recently but I’ve been up to my armpits working with our London Boy production team. On top of that there’s been the editing of the script with our director Lee Hutcheon. That on it’s own was truly an inspirational experience!

So all in all it’s been a bit hectic with having little time out for myself let alone the blog.

This week I’m going to try and chat about and hopefully answer the questions I am frequently asked…but then again I’ll probably end up writing about all sorts, so just bear with me guys.

“How and why did you become a writer?” 

Not a strange question to ask any author who is in the process of signing your own personal copy of their latest work.

But the truth is it’s not a question I can answer entirely between signing copies of my work at a book launch. However now I am co-writing the script for “London Boy” with Lee Hutcheon I am now being regularly contacted and asked…

“How and why did you become a scriptwriter?” 

So I thought I would get a grip on this and answer you guys on how and why I decided to do what I am doing today. First of all, I want it known that at no time prior to 2007 did I have any indication, intention, thought or idea that for the next eight years I’d be writing. Unless of course I got myself nicked and started writing letters home. The easiest way to explain the main question is as follows. 

In June 2006 I began my recovery to combat my alcoholism. Part of the process of my recovery program was to write down a brief life story. I was told it would help me unearth things about myself that ultimately made me drink to excess. I’ve since learned that alcoholism is a mental illness that cannot be treated, just by putting the cork back in the bottle. No, far from it, because from my own experience I know there is a lot more to recovery than just staying teetotal. First of all, if I wanted to remain sober, the first thing I had to do was to get honest with my thinking. I heard it said from a guy 30 years sober. “It was never about my drinking, it was always about my thinking.” Those words triggered something within me because my thinking was never entirely honest. Hence, I began writing an honest account of my life, not knowing if what I was doing was going to help me stay sober. Having already tried and failed every known method to remain in sobriety I decided to give it a try. After all I had nothing to lose did I? I was at my rock bottom and so very desperate for the nightmarish life I had been leading for years to come to an end. I want to point out that there are many different levels to addiction/alcoholism. It just depends how far down the scale you’ve gone before seeking help. It is a progressive, powerful, cunning and baffling illness that creeps up on you. It is also the only illness that tells you that you haven’t got it. When you come to realise you have a problem, by and large it’s too late to just stop because you’ve hit rock bottom and it has its grip on you.

It’s a fact that 98% of alcoholics fail to reach 20 years of sobriety. Getting told that when I began my recovery program had an amazing affect on me. I had only been a week without a drink and I was elated. Prior to that I couldn’t imagine going a day without one. Now I was being told only 2% make the 20-year mark, so the odds were not in my favour. When I got sobered up, it wasn’t the case that I thought one morning “Oh I’ll stop and go to a place where I will get support from other alkies.” No, no…far from it, I am one of the few that have had a spiritual experience that took away that nail-biting obsession and craving that only another alcoholic can relate too.

Call it or me what you want, because the experience I felt that early June morning was REAL! Over the years I have taken every drug/drink known to man, yet the buzz I felt that morning was far more superior to any substances I had consumed. It was so powerful that I find it very hard to describe the full affect in detail. If I had to describe what it was like to have a blast on a crack pipe, it would go something like this…”Yeah I felt fucking great, danced all night and everyone around me became my best friends that I gave all my money away.” Or if it had been a meth pipe…”Yeah fucking great, it made the back of my neck numb made me horny as fuck and shrivelled my dick.” What I felt with the experience was nothing other than pure love and believe me if I could bottle it I would.

When it happened I was sitting on the edge of the sofa with only the dog for company. The rest of the family were upstairs asleep, after all it was 4am. I’ve never been a religious geezer, though I’ve always believed in God. Unbeknown to me at that time having that belief became my lifeline to a better life. I would really put a lot of effort into hiding my excessive drinking. At the end of my drinking days I would drink out of the way alone or in the middle of the night. Yet I knew it wasn’t normal to be acting like that, yet I couldn’t stop myself. Previously when trying to stop drinking you’ll probably find me on my hands and knees in an empty Church praying for help. For 15 years usually after a massive bender I’ll sneak into a Church when it was empty and pray for help. Most times I’ll come out of the Church and head for the nearest pub full of self-pity. I put it down to karma, the fact I had a criminal past and had done some awful things that not even God wanted to help me. But God was all I had left to ask for help; doctors, counsellors couldn’t do anything for me, so I turned to my last option… prayer.

My spiritual experience pushed me to floor, then wham I felt it! The room lit up as I felt a presence; the dog flew under the dining table (Pit-bull) and then I felt this amazing sensation of pure love. In the background a soft voice (I couldn’t say if it was male/female) kept repeating ‘It is going to be okay Johnny.’ As soppy as it may sound to some of you, I burst into tears. I am not one for showing my emotions but on this occasion I couldn’t control myself. Tears were running down my cheeks like a leaky tap and in doing so I created a big wet patch on the carpet.

I kept asking for the feeling to remain but it left me after several minutes. Still kneeling I got myself together by wiping away the tears and sat back on the sofa. My first thoughts were…”What the fuck was all that about?” Yet I felt different, unburdened in such a way, that all feelings of anxiety and stress had vanished. I still had a half full bottle right next to me, yet what did I do? I finished it off and went back to bed falling into a deep sleep. A few hours later I was woken by the sound of my wife (Ex now) shouting at the dog for pissing on the carpet. For a moment I had forgot about what had happened only a few hours earlier. My memory quickly returned when I didn’t end up in the toilet for my daily ritual of coughing my lungs up to the point that I would be sick.

Instead I went downstairs to save the dog from getting a boot up the ass by explaining the wet patch to my wife. She couldn’t believe what I was telling her when I explained what had happened. She had heard so many bullshit excuses from me in the past that with this one she thought I had finally lost the plot. I suppose for her it would take a long time to convince her that what I experienced was real. The time that has past since June 2006 I’ve come to call ‘Promoting my wellness period.’ Whenever I share my experience, strength and hope with other sufferers I am always taken back with their reaction on how I got sober. Those that are still struggling with acceptance of their illness are very critical of my story. But to be honest, what others think of me is none of my business. Those that have changed their tune by accepting that they have a problem tell me that I am an inspiration for their recovery because there is still hope for them.

When I began writing my life story, I had to be careful with what I put down on paper. Being too honest could have dire consequences if the law got wind of what I was writing. As I said my life story was never intended for public viewing. It was only to be shared with one other person who was a geezer who I had chosen to be my sponsor. He is a guy I trust, who had led a life that was similar to my own and of course he is a recovering alcoholic. I’m a bit of a perfectionist with most things I undertake, so when I started my life story I got a bit carried away.

When I got to page 200 I had only managed to write the first 28 years of my life. I done another 20 pages before realising that if I continued at this rate, it would take 1000 pages or more to complete. When I showed my sponsor he was shocked, not just with the content but the length of it. But even though I had only managed to get to the age of 28 on paper, there was enough amongst those pages to help me understand what I was about. To be bluntly honest it showed me as a walking character defect. But what strikes me as astonishing was that all my character defects were based on fear. Now I know it were those fears that indirectly led me to drink to excess.

After completing that part of my recovery program my sponsor suggested I burn it for safety reasons. However my daughter had got wind of what I had been doing and asks to read it. She knew of my gangster days but not quite to the extent I went too. She was shocked at some of the stuff her dad had got up to while being active in amongst the criminal fraternity. She then suggested I send it off to a publishing house with the hope that they will publish it. I knew absolutely nothing about the publishing world nor did I know how to submit a manuscript. I thought long and hard about submitting my MS and became aware that there’s a message within it that could help others. So after editing out all the criminating evidence I posted it off to 40 publishing houses. I was so lazy with the layout that I sent it off in the entire wrong format. My thoughts at that time were if it’s to be, then it will be. If it’s not, than at least it has helped me identify things about me that were ruled by ego and fear.

Because of the format, 37 publishing houses wrote back to me to tell me so. Then to add insult to injury I was told that it was unread and ready for the bin. I wasn’t particularly worried about the knock-backs because now when I think on it I had done it for my daughter. It was never my intention to publish my story; I wrote it purely to aid my recovery. There were still three publishers who had not replied so I naturally assumed they had binned my MS.

Within a few days of receiving the last knock back I collected my mail as usual from the box outside. There were three letters inside that I recognised being from publishing houses. My initial thought was, here we go again another knockback and with that I left them on the side unopened. My wife at that time suggested I open them up but because I was in a hurry I told her I’d do it later.

When I eventually returned home it was that late all my family were all tucked up in bed. I ate my oven-warmed dinner and decided to turn in for the night and as I went into the hallway, there on the side were the letters. I thought, I might as well, so I’ll opened the first one…after reading the contents my heart skipped a beat and I let out a few loud yahoo’s! Both my wife and daughter had got up to see what all the racket was about. While reading it I could see their faces change to an expression of elation. We were all chuffed especially my daughter; me, well lets just say I was shocked, shocked that a publisher wanted to publish my story.

I went on to open the other two letters and was gobsmacked that they too wanted to publish my work.

Cut to the chase I checked out all three publishing houses and went with the one that had the best marketing skills.

When ‘Dunpeckham’ was published the reviews from avid readers from all over the world were amazing. It seemed that I had a natural talent at being a good storyteller. So many people said it would make a great movie. Yeah at the time those comments were flattering but to me having a movie production based on my life was nothing more than a dream.

However since then I have been approached by a dozen or more people who called themselves producers etc. I had promise after promise from them telling me that they could get my story on the big screen. All of them accept two were nothing more than time wasters, bullshitters and liars. The last one was the worst of the worst; a washed-up has been with a huge coke habit.

A good pal of mine had introduced me to award winning film director Lee Hutcheon one year after ‘Dunpeckham’ was published. He had read it and thought it would make a great movie or TV drama. Lee pitched it to Sky One TV and low and behold the next thing Lee had a meeting with their production team. They wanted to make a six part crime based TV drama. They loved the concept of Dunpeckham’ and what it represented. They particularly liked the black humour but much more, they loved the raw honesty of the character. Our only problem was the amount of materiel we had. I was only halfway through writing part 2 of my autobiography ‘Landed on the Moon’ But Sky couldn’t wait for that to be finished and to cut a long story short they went with Martina Cole’s ‘The Take’ She went on to do a few series with Sky and earned a fortune…bless her.

But one good thing came out of that which gave me the determination to continue trying to get Dunpeckham’ on to the big screen. Lee explained to me that I should look at the bigger picture. We had come away with the knowledge that professionals’ from the worlds largest media company had considered my work for a TV drama. If I had more materiel at the time, no doubt the deal would have gone through. And finally the Queen of crime fiction Martina Cole nipped me at the post.

When I looked at it from that angle, I believed it would only be a matter of time before someone else would want it.

After that Lee became my mentor especially if I was dealing with people who claimed they could make things happen. I would contact him with a list of questions asking him for advice. He knew I was working my nuts off and at the same time being fucked around by these liars and bullshitters. It was then Lee suggested we both write the script together and since we started we have not looked back.

I have learned so much from Lee because he is a very inspirational geezer who oozes talent. We worked a perfect system to write the screenplay and boy it’s turned out to be the dogs’ bollocks.

Then I was fortunate to have a really good pal of mine Chris Evans who is a wizard with his marketing/promotional abilities. Since Chris come on board he has worked really hard on promoting London Boy. He has managed to spread the word in all the right directions and getting the attention of the right people. Now London Boy is being talked about far and wide. So we owe a lot to Chris and his team and once production starts he’ll be one busy fella.

So from that June morning when I thought life wasn’t worth living, I’ve come a long way. Today my thoughts are that life is worth living and if you stay focussed work hard you can make your dreams come true.

Ta la for now

Johnny

London Boy Video

Here at London Boy web are creating a film relevant YouTube channel. Here is one of the collection, it outlines Johnny Mack, his authorship work thus far and now his upcoming, feature length, gangster movie based upon his life and autobiography “Dunpeckham”

 

Hope you enjoyed the video

An Opening Word From Johnny Mack

If you want to follow the making of this movie, than… Read This! Here Johnny  Mack talks of his life, his work thus far and his hopes for this movie. He does so in his own unique way, The subject matter is often dark, but his honesty is so brave, I challenge you not to like this man. His humanity seeps from each word and it is THIS YOU WILL RELATE TO……

 

The autobiographical book of the film London Boy

The best selling book that London Boy the feature film is based. Buy it and see why

Johnny Mack on London Boy & Life

When I look back over my life and how it has panned out. I still find it hard to comprehend that it
was what others have said, ’A roller coaster ride; destination, self-destruction.” Sure, I agree it has been exciting, wild, hectic with lots of fun. Yet there has also been a lot of pain, sadness and suffering…a high price had to be paid to be where I am today. I have never thought of my life as being self-destructive. As crazy as it sounds, up to the age of ten, I thought getting the shit kicked  out of me was normal. Up to the age of 10 my thoughts were more in line with a pacifist’s way of thought. I did my best to avoid getting involved with violence, arguments and confrontation. But for reasons which I did not understand at that age, I became a target for racist bullies and gangs.

I am an only child to an Irish mother and an English father. Being a Catholic our family was the
odd one out because most Catholic families consisted of seven or more children.

Because of mums’ stature, all 4’ 11’’ of her, she had serious problems when she became pregnant. I had no  idea of the dangers that mum faced when she tried to give me a brother or sister. She knew I  was lonely and desperate for company because I would ask her why was it I never had siblings?

Mum miscarried twice and on the last occasion she actually died for a few minutes while on
the operating table.

I can remember it being a Sunday morning when I entered the living room to find mum flat
out on the sofa looking really unwell. I had no idea that she was pregnant and she fobbed
me off with a line that she had a bad case of the flu. I suppose she kept it from me this
time because she had made the mistake of telling me of her previous pregnancy. Sadly I remember my hopes and dreams being dashed in an instance when she lost it. Her trying to explain to me that God had decided to take my unborn brother to heaven to become an angel was hard to understand. I suppose she decided to keep her second pregnancy quiet from me because she did not want a repeat performance of me getting hurt again.

So I grew up as an only child and where my mother had now lost two kids she became very
protective and controlling. Looking back I can see that she was only trying to do her best to
protect me from the dangers of the outside world. It got so bad that I couldn’t even take a piss
without her asking me what I was doing. She sent me to schools that were out of the way from the  area I lived. She thought by doing this I would not be able to associate with the local kids who  she thought were a bad influence on me.

My father who always worked away from home, would only come home once a month and that was just for the weekend. So I never got to have a lot of “me” time with him. When he was home he would take mum out in the evening and go to the pub at lunchtime for a session. Which meant I had little contact with him throughout my childhood.

Though I had good parents, my upbringing was a very strict one, mainly influenced by my
domineering mother. Because she was Irish, she and I had more than our fair share of racial abuse back then. She got it in the work place and I got it at the schools and from the local gangs on the housing estate we lived on. But mum was a tough cookie and never stood for it and on many occasions I’d see her kicking the shit out of her racial abusers. There was one occasion that sticks with me and that was when I saw her knock out a large, frumpy, obnoxious racist of a woman with a tin of carrots and beat seven bells out her husband with a leg of lamb. But it was different for me because as I said I was a weak meek kid and could not defend myself. I was scared of fireworks, the dark and even my own shadow. This weakness was picked up on by the local kids and I would get beatings on a daily basis, both at school and on the housing estate. Each time I’d come home with a black eye, bloodied nose or worse still my clothes all ripped up, she’d go berserk. Just as my father did, my mother would send me back out to fight the bullies. No matter how scared I was, my choices were limited. Either I got a beating indoors for being a wimp, or sent out to get another kicking from the gang. The whole situation made me feel I was in a catch 22 situation, either way I lost.

That was until I was ten years of age, when my neighbour Tony Bainbridge stepped in to help stop what was happening to me. Tony was an all time gangster; he was married to South London crime boss Charlie Richardson’s daughter. On many occasions’ he’d witness me come home after getting the shit kicked out of me. Then watch me being pushed out of the door to go back out to face my attackers…and yes, get another kicking. He showed me the way of overcoming my problems by introducing me to a length of 4×2 timber. His instructions were quite simple really…plot up and wait for the gang leader, then jump out from behind and give the fucker a good hiding. I can remember being petrified waiting for this much older kid to pass by my hiding place. Because I hated violence, I found that what I was about to do was wrong and unforgiving. But what choice did I have? The violence I endured daily year after year had to stop; I wanted my mum and dad’s respect, instead of them being embarrassed of me. Before this bully was due to walk by my hiding place all these thoughts were whizzing through me. I felt for the first time, that adrenalin rush we go through when we face our demons. Then I felt for the first time pure rage, it was a manic feeling of being totally out of control. Within seconds of this bully passing me, I saw my life flash before my eyes. The beatings, the racial abuse in fact every negative thing I had been through flashed before my eyes in an instance.

I can’t really remember what happened when I jumped out of my hiding place and attacked the gang leader. What I do remember clearly, is me standing over this kid with the 4×2 broken in two, with him lying unconscious smothered in blood.  From that day on my life changed to a level that I did not quite understand.

Tony, who was now my mentor, told me that what I was feeling was the receiver of respect. Even at that age those words made a lot of sense to me. It became a fact that after that incident with the gang leader all the other kid’s attitudes changed towards me. The shoe was now on the other foot because there were no more beatings, no more racial abuse; everything stopped all at once. Within a year I was leader of more than one gang and the word respect became my controller. My attitude changed, not for the better, but for the worse and I became worse than my bullies.

Aged thirteen my apprenticeship began in the criminal fraternity and my teacher was Tony Bainbridge. I started off as a bookies runner and then upped in the ranks to do more important stuff. At fourteen I got involved in the theft of a load of uncut diamonds, today they would be worth millions. That little escapade put me right up the top in the respect ranks.

That’s how my life as a gangster started; it wasn’t long before it became a way of life. The keyword to my introduction into the criminal fraternity was the all-familiar word I first heard from Tony…respect!

It became like a drug to me and no matter what, I had to do to keep it. I could not afford to lose it.  Respect was my master now and if I lost it, well, I might as well be dead.

For those of you who have read my work, you know the rest of my roller coaster ride through life. I had no idea when I wrote the first part of my autobiography that it would get worldwide attention. My life today is totally different than what it was like back in the early eighties. It was then that I finally woke up and smelt the bacon. I lost so much during that transition period, that at times I believed I deserved it because it was my karma.

Going straight has not been a bowl of cherries either; again I lost everything, including my 33 year marriage to the love of my life. The house went shortly after, so did the construction company I had built up over the years. If that wasn’t enough payback, I then got cancer and was given 6 months to live. But hey, I’m a stubborn bastard and I am still here today.

Slowly my life has begun to improve and I now know that this improvement of life is all down to me  writing my first book “Dunpeckham”. Honesty was the key to making “Dunpeckham” a hit. There has never been a book written where the author has written a no holds barred account of life as a gangster. I wrote about the low times as well as the high times. But believe me when I say that the low times outweighed the high times by ten fold. What gangster says he became addicted to  heroin, cocaine and alcohol? What gangster leaves his ego at the door before sitting down to write about his life? And what gangster tells you that he was a failure as a husband and father? Yes, I came clean and told the truth, because ego no longer had a place in my life.

In 2009 I got in contact with award winning director Lee Hutcheon to ask him some advice about a possible film being made. My long standing best pal John Pettigrew recommended Lee to me. John and I grew up together and mixed with each other on the streets of Peckham, so I trusted him. When he told me about Lee, what I liked was the fact that Lee was very streetwise and understood where I came from. That meant he understood every word I put down on paper and above all he respected my honesty. By then Lee was at the height of his career as a world acclaimed award-winning director. He really took to “Dunpeckham” in a big way, so we discussed ways of getting it adapted on to the big screen.

This was at the height of the recession, which affected the movie business in a big way. Money was shortcoming from investors and the like, so Lee came up with a brilliant idea. Lee put together a proposal and approached Sky One TV, they were dead keen to make a six part TV drama series. What we did not take into account was that Sky wanted to do a string of crime dramas. I was only halfway through writing ‘’Landed on the Moon’’ part two of my autobiography and it would take another 2 -3 months to complete. However, Sky really needed a crime writer who had more work to offer and with me only having one and half books to date, they reluctantly declined. They went with Martina Cole the Queen of crime writers, who had accumulated a number of already published novels. Sky said that our genres were very similar but the difference between us was that my work was non-fiction and her work was fiction. They had set out to use a true-life story line, but they soon realised that would be an impossible task. Martina went on to make a mint with her adaptation of ‘The Take.’ For me just getting my work on the table of Sky One gave me just enough encouragement, which I desperately needed
to keep on writing. Lee reminded me that there is a market out there for my work and told me to keep going. He also said that getting the attention of Sky was on its own a great achievement.

Since then I finished ‘Landed on the Moon’ and wrote ‘Memoirs of a Hitman.’ However, I wanted to write Memoirs with a double plot to give it an explosive storyline. But I had been just diagnosed with cancer and had no choice but to condense it down and get it published before I snuffed it. But as I’ve already mentioned I’m a stubborn sod and refused to lay down, curl up and die. Memoirs’ is a brilliant crime novel based on experiences I had been through during my life as a gangster. The good thing is, I have left it open for the return of the characters and now my intention is to write a trilogy. But before that can happen, I have to finish ‘My Eldorado’ which is a fact based crime story. This novel will be the make or break for me in the literary world. I have now created a unique genre, which has been a massive challenge. I had to get out of writing the Johnny Mack way, if my work was to appeal to a larger audience of avid readers of crime fiction. By writing ‘My Eldorado’ I believe I have done just that.

Since the Sky episode, I would soon learn that there were more crooks in the movie business than there are in the criminal fraternity. I remember Lee warning me of such people way back in 2009. But when someone comes along and promises you the world, because they say your work is great and it has the potential to get on the big screen, you tend to believe them. I have had loads of tossers’ come by my way, all with false promises of a movie deal. The last one sounded so convincing that I contacted Lee who I wanted to direct my life story. Right up to five days before all three of us were to meet up things looked rosy. She told me that she had acquired a few million from investors and now we were ready to fly up to Scotland to meet
up with Lee to discuss the movie. The last I heard from the lying bitch (sorry it still angers me) was that she was getting the plane tickets. Can you imagine, I now had to tell Lee I had a shitzer as a partner and I wouldn’t be coming? However, Lee was not letting some lying, trumped up has been put us off making this movie.

During the interim years I had been to the US to do a bit of script work and it was while I was there I met a few investors. As they say in this business, acquire as many telephone contacts as possible, especially if the connection is involved in investment. I flew to the states and had meetings with a few of these investors and after I had explained the concept of “Dunpeckham” and what potential it would have as a movie, I got their attention.

I came away from that meeting dancing like Fred Astaire with promises of $5000,000 from three solid investors.

That was when Lee and I really got to grips with this fantastic project. He suggested we write the
script together, which for me was a mega challenge. I had only ever written bit parts in a pilot TV series and a feature film. Now thanks to Lee, I have this fantastic opportunity to be present at the start and be involved all the way through the process of making a movie.

This for me has been long in the coming, but I have always known that “Dunpeckham” would make a great British gangster movie. It may be filmed in London, England, but its potential warrants global viewing. London Boy will not just be the standard run of the mill gangster movie. It goes far deeper than ‘bang, bang give us the money?’ This one goes much deeper,
it examines the affects my life as a gangster had on my family and others. It will show the viewer the aftermath of what a gangster’s life can leave behind. It tells a story which highlights the shit times more so than the good times. There is a message in amongst this story that will definitely help others who are thinking of taking up a life of crime, stop and think again.

So London Boy will hit the screens and adjust the standard just like ‘Lock Stock’ did. A new and never tried before action film, that will dazzle the film world and delight audiences, with that “something new”, difference that they are anxiously waiting for.

I’ll keep you posted

Johnny Mack

 

Memoirs of a Hitman. The murderous story of a lone hitman caught up in London's gangland while it feuds with each other. Another great book by Johnny Mack

Memoirs of a Hitman. The murderous story of a lone hit man caught up in London’s gangland while it feuds with each other. Another great book by Johnny Mack

London Boy The Story So Far

Dunpeckham Johnny Mack Auotobiography

“Dunpeckham” The auotobiography of Johnny Mack that this feature film is based upom

This web-site is unique in that it takes you from the very beginning of one man’s idea to write his autobiography that depicts a life a crime, to post publication where it describes step by step, stage by stage how this book is eventually created into a feature-length film – “London Boy”, This has never been done before either on or off-line. We actively seek to promote our visitors to freely subscribe to the “making of” our film “London Boy” and literally engage within the process and resulting conversation that will surround and become a key part of the making of the film itself.  So this website’s target audience is both vast and extremely varied. By describing this story in the unique manner described above, it will appeal not only to fans of the true crime film genre itself, but to film enthusiasts of all descriptions. As this site grows with the film’s ensuing real-time story, it will discuss all aspects of film making from script writing, to a plethora of production techniques, such as; cinematography, shooting techniques, camera selection, location selection, film crew organisation and management, logistics etc. Plus of course all aspects of film direction such as casting, managing actors, directing cinematographers, directing crew members and a lot more. So there will be something for everyone who finds films and filming of interest.

London Boy is a collaboration film project between author Johnny Mack and film producer/director lee Hutcheon.  The movie is based upon Johnny’s first autobiography “Dunpeckham”. It’s a gripping tale, a truly human story, of one man’s struggle to exit a life of poverty in South London by any means necessary. The film depicts Johnny’s childhood where he discovers his talent for boxing and then takes you upon a journey of an initial criminal apprenticeship, to eventual full-blown villain. This criminal career includes illegal drinking clubs, unlicensed boxing, armed robbery and ultimately the British gangster lifestyle, it’s mentality and importantly the fully paid up members of this elite, underworld class. The “Faces” or “Chaps” as they are often referred to as.

The key parts to this story and what makes it  totally unique to others within it’s genre, is it’s unflinching, often brutal honesty, the non glorification of crime or the criminal lifestyle and Johnny’s extremely funny, but often dark depiction of his past criminal past.