Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Someone please shoot me. I'll pay you.

Still on "Enterprise". I forget what day it is.

Started the day's work with a SIX page fight scene (WITH stunts). Stunts virtually guarantee that it'll be a long day, simply because of the nature of how they work (it's the 'measure twice, cut once' theory. Rehearse the hell out of it, because you may only get one take).

This episode's director is fucking incapable of moving at anything other than a snail's pace. He does a million takes, and then blames the AD's when he gets behind schedule. To coin a phrase, Shit rolls downhill. When the folks at the top get pissy and angry, so does everyone else. My boss has been an absolute pig all day, but he's getting yelled at. It's a chain reaction. Once it starts, folks just get more and more panicked, and it snowballs until the entire crew are reduced to snarling assholes.

It doesn't help when you come in first thing in the morning, look at the call sheet and know that you're going to be in a blackened stage for a long, long time. .

Call time: 8 am
Wrap time: 11 pm

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