| I must admit that the status update function on Facebook takes most of my short updates and I almost forgot about you, dear LiveJournal.
Let's see. I have two more classes to attend this week and then I never have to go to class again! I'm not graduating, I've just finished my coursework and I'm moving on to thesis land. Thursday afternoon when I leave Research Methods, I'm going to do a happy dance.
The end, for now. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| I need a part time job. I want to wait tables. I have experience. I know jobs are hard to come by but if any of you guys work at a place that would hire little ol' me for a few nights a week that would be just GRAND!
Also, still confused. Noooo big deal. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I guess these things are never as simple as they seem to begin with. I am going to chalk this intensification of weird feelings up to Aunt Flo. She makes me think crazy people thoughts.
Did I mention that I hate bad timing? Guilt, elation, sadness, liberation, abandonment, oh, and guilt. Lots of guilt. In fact, I feel like I shouldn't even write about it, so I won't. Adult relationships are hard. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| It feels good to wake up early and feeling well on a Saturday. I spent last night eating Zaxby's and watching TV with good ol' Lupo, then some DVD watching at my house by myself. I didn't mind. In fact, I enjoyed it.
The predicament from the last entry has been resolved, but we have decided to hold off on making a commitment of any sort at this time due to right now's proximity to the termination of both our previous relationships. I think this is probably the only wise decision he and I have made thus far.
All this time off with nothing to do is driving me insane. On the upside, I've been spending a lot of time in the gym. I think I just need to get a part-time job. The hard part, then, is finding one that I don't hate.
I'm proud of how mature Stephen and I have handled our breakup. He who did not make a spectacular boyfriend (for me) makes an excellent best friend. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Stephen and I broke up again. I guess this time it's for good. I suppose it was time for us to go our separate ways, but adjusting to being alone is going to be hard. I love him and will miss him because he has been my best friend for the last year and a half. I don't know why I'm writing this here. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I've had bizarre dreams for the last two nights. They weren't strange in that way that dreams can take you to places that couldn't exist. These were more realistic. And one of them took me to one of the last places I'd ever want to be: a Christian reform camp.
Somehow, I had gotten shipped off to this camp to be converted to a believer. I remember being in a parking garage somewhere and everyone around was one of "them." It struck me as strange, so I made my way to street level and tried to hitchhike my way out of there. The girl who picked me up was... you guessed it... also ONE OF THEM. They put me back in my room and told me I needed to reconsider my path or something like that. I said fuck that and sent out some snarky emails to friends asking them to pick me up. Shortly after, one of the leaders came to my door with a printed copy of my email. THEY HAD INFILTRATED MY EMAIL, TOO! I woke up not long after that.
Last night, I had a dream that it was my wedding day. I didn't have a dress or anyone to help me, and it was about half an hour before the event when I was struggling to put together an outfit that looked enough like a wedding dress to not make me feel like I wasted that "special day" when I realized I didn't know who it was I was marrying. I couldn't even picture his face, so I decided to just stay home instead. Nobody came looking for me, but I did get a text message from this mystery guy saying he didn't like me anymore.
Is someone trying to tell me some things? Listen, apparition, you're not going to scare me into Jesus's arms just by having me captured by religious zealots in my dreams.
On that note, I suppose I have taken to daydreaming and escapism to get me through the rest of this semester. It'll probably last until the end of the summer when I finish all of my classes and I can finally take off on my own to produce my thesis. I just have to tell myself that the thesis will be awesome (it really will, I am not bullshitting) because I can form my own crew and take as long as I want to shoot it. I won't have the same pressures of having to hurry so much, and I can work with the people who bring out the best in my work. Just one more year of living like a student. One more summer of being Georgia State's bitch. Next year I'm free agent, no more assistantship. As soon as that thesis is done, I can start working (presuming I find something) and have a real grown-up life! Maybe I can even get my own place! I can't wait to live alone and be able to decorate how I want without worrying that the things I buy will end up destroyed. I'm going to spend all my free time making things pretty and cooking and oh my I'm just so excited! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| That special time of crazy is taking over my thoughts... why must I be a crazy for about three days out of every month? I suppose it struck today because I am spending time alone for the first time in a while.
Watching everyone's lives come together makes me feel really sad sometimes. So many of my friends have gotten married or are living with their significant other. Everyone is done with school and has gotten jobs that they love or at least like, and are leading adult lives. I'm happy for everyone, I just really wish I could have that. I know I made the choice to go to grad school, and there are people way older than me who are still living like students, but I just feel like I'm so ready to do something else. My friends who grew up all go out together and do things adult couples do. I wish that they still wanted to spend time with me, but I feel like I am stuck in their pasts. I want to have a job and make enough money to not have roommates and to go on trips and improve my place, but I can't right now, and I feel like every month I get further and further behind where I should be in my life. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| The other day I was in the checkout line at Kroger and the girl in front of me had one of those rolling basket things that bum ladies always have. It was full of giant bags of oranges and apples and what not. I decided that she lives in one of those big houses full of hippies where they all share grocery shopping duties. I'm not sure why I came to that conclusion. I just did.
Elevators. What is so hard for people to understand about letting someone get off before you get on? The same goes for things like subways, buses, etc., though I don't really ride those anymore. Last week I was trying to get off the elevator and just ONE lady needed to get on, but when the doors open she SHOVED herself in frantically as if she was going to miss the most important moment of her life if she didn't get on right away. I was the ONLY ONE in the elevator and she was the ONLY ONE getting on. Really, lady? You couldn't wait ONE second for me to step off? This happens a lot.
Yesterday my class learned about ADR in the recording studio in the DAEL. My class of five, plus instructor, stepped into the little sound-proof booth and closed the door. It was clear that one of my classmates had not showered in several days and another's cologne/soap/whatever was not one of my favorite scents. The temperature quickly elevated and everyone's odor overwhelmed the tiny space. I felt trapped in the tiny room and when the door finally opened I felt like those breaths of sound foam-scented air were breaths from a fresh, breezy meadow...
I really need to clean up my room and clean my whole house. My landlord is a bit nutty and something has gone wrong with the electrical outlet that powers the fridge. We called him on Sunday to let him know, and he promised us an electrician on Monday. Today is Wednesday and the fridge is plugged into an outlet in the bathroom via big orange extension cord, and the fridge is out in the middle of the kitchen. Still no word from ol' landlord. If nothing is done about this by the end of the week, I'm calling an electrician myself and taking this shit out of the rent.
I need to start doing something funny again.
Lastly, I have decided, after watching five full seasons of Entourage, that Los Angeles maybe doesn't seem so bad. I don't know. If I got a job out there, I'd go, but otherwise, I guess I'm still obsessed with the idea of living in New York. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Simon and Garfunkel - Sounds of Silence | | Subject: | Spring Break | | Time: | 10:10 am |
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| Last week was spring break. It made me really want to be done with school and have a job. I just have to make it through the summer semester, then I'm on my own for my thesis. No more classes.
Anyway, on Monday, Stephen and I drove down to Orlando (ha ha). Tuesday we went to both Islands of Adventure and Universal Studios, and it was amazing, because there was NO ONE there. The longest line in which we waited was for the new Simpsons ride, which replaced Back to the Future. I must say it was a pretty big disappointment. Looks like all they did was redecorate the DeLoreans to look like Krusty roller coaster cars and change the movie on the screen in front of you. Spiderman was still awesome, and we got to ride the Hulk 3 times without ever waiting more than 5 minutes.
Wednesday we went to Kennedy Space Center, but it was overflowing with old people and small children. I can't stand shuffling along in crowds of people, and I definitely loathe the sound of babies crying and children talking during movies, so by the end of the day I was pretty frustrated. They got a new launch simulator that is pretty fun, but would be way more exciting if you really felt the G's more dramatically than what you get from being tilted back.
That night we drove to Daytona Beach to pick Steven and Melina up from the airport. Guess what... it was BIKE WEEK. It didn't bother me, because I love people watching. We spent some time on the beach and I got to see Watchmen. I'm not going to write much about it, though, because I'm too lazy to remember how to use the "LJ-cut" and I don't know if everyone has seen it yet. I have a small beef with it about the ending, but overall, I enjoyed it. Many of the other people coming out of the theater said they were lost. I guess they hadn't read the book, because I understood all of it. I liked that it wasn't really an all-star cast, and almost everyone portrayed their characters just how I imagined them to be.
So.... yep. Now it's back to real life. And I'm sick. Meh. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| First off, let's address the pre-show Barbara Walters interview with Hugh Jackman. Of course, Mr. Jackman is warm and charming, but the last, ohh, 55 seconds of the show were TERRIFYING! Apparently, during his Broadway production of "The Boy from Oz," Hugh and Matt Damon gave Barbara Walters a lapdance. Barbara, being deprived of hot action and all, brought it up during the interview and ASKED FOR ANOTHER. But what happened? HE GAVE IT TO HER. You may want to cover your eyes, or, instead, just pretend you're Barbara Walters here:
Can we just pretend this didn't happen? I'm just going to pretend I didn't see that. I don't care how attractive Hugh Jackman is, something about that just isn't right. Something else that just isn't right was that musical number with Hugh, Beyonce, Zac Efron and that other bitch from High School Musical, and those two goons from Mamma Mia!
Second: Jennifer Aniston. You're all going to know now about my obsession with celebrity gossip websites, but WHY did they cut to Angelina while ol' Jenny was onstage? Well, we all know why, I suppose, but oh, it was so much fun! This has already been addressed on numerous other sites I'm sure (ones with actual readership), but did anyone notice that Jenny RIPPED that card out of the envelope and just about smashed it to bits? Was she imagining that envelope was Angie?
As a corollary, what the hell was wrong with Jack Black? His faux bitterness seemed a little too real. Ben Stiller, though, made a funny. I groaned when I heard his name, but as soon as I saw him, I laughed and thanked Allah that he wasn't playing his usual witless loser with good intentions. Instead, he played Joaquin Phoenix playing Andy Kaufman! Does Joaquin think we think he's being serious? We all bought it when Andy Kaufman did it, but I think the cat is already out of the bag, Joaquin. You can just go back to being hot now.
SETH ROGEN. Holy crap! Can I have your number so I can call you and ask you how you got so skinny? Maybe you should pass that nutrition/exercise plan on to Jonah Hill before he explodes all over New York like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man. The salute to the comedies of 2008 with Seth and James Franco was actually funny... especially at the end when we see Franco kissing Sean Penn, then Rogen giving Franco the side-eye. Awww, I like those two.
Lastly, I really wish Sean Penn hadn't won Best Actor again, and I thought The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was ridiculous and kind of overrated, but I'm happy Slumdog Millionaire won Best Picture, because it was a solid film.
Don't you like how I skipped over discussing the merits and shortcomings of the films, and went straight for the celebrity silliness? Who needs film school when you've got Dlisted? | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Spring Break is just around the corner (don't you love trying to find "springiness" in the first week of March, when clearly it is sooo warm?) and I keep hearing the undergrads on campus talking about going to Panama City and what not. Stephen and I talked about going to Key West, but then Steven and Melina mentioned Cancun. I got pretty excited about the idea of Mexico, but I think now we have decided to go to Melina's parents' beach house in Daytona. It's not Mexico, but it IS free, and nothing beats free when you're a poor grad student. I'm just happy to be able to go anywhere, really. Stephen and I might start early and still go to Key West. Last spring break, we went to Memphis, and it was awesome, but good GRIEF it was freezing cold. To celebrate going somewhere warmer, I bought the old lady (Esther Williams) swimsuit I had been drooling over since last year. It looks like this, but is solid black:
I've accepted that no matter how much I work out or how fit I might be, there are some people who shouldn't wear two-piece swimsuits, and I'm one of them.
Oh, yeah, and school is way less intolerable than last semester. In fact, it's pretty good. I think I figured out why I'd had fun making every film I'd ever made, except for the one I'm working on now: MY ACTOR. What a freaking jerk. He's a nice guy, but I should have cast someone who was actually interested in being involved in the project and giving a good performance. At least he knew the lines, but his constant need to know when we would finish and how soon he could leave, and the huffs and puffs when he got answers he didn't like, made me extremely uncomfortable. I felt like I had to hurry. When I did most of my work with Julian, Jamie, or Ryan, it was always a blast and the work was always good. Next time, I'll know better. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion
This is a good way to start off 2009, musically. If it only gets better from here, it'll be a memorable year, for sure. Now Animal Collective just needs to tour again, and stop here, of course. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| All in all, 2008 was a pretty good year. I'm finally starting to learn how to be happy. I had a good year with someone very special.
Speaking of which, amends were made, with stipulations, after a long talk. There were problems I didn't even know about, and problems with myself that I let get out of control, all things that need to change regardless of my relationship. I'll just say I'm happy to have him back, and happy for us to get out of our rut. Many things were brought to my attention that have really made me think, so here's my list of 2009 Resolutions. I have a bad habit of not following resolutions, but these are realistic! In no particular order:
1) Find my independence. Too much time with one person, all the time, for no reason, cheapens a good relationship. I'm not throwing away something important because we were bored. When it's time again (in the summer), I was thinking about trying out for the Rollergirls. Maybe I'll start a film club, like a book club, with all my film nerd friends. Weekly meetings with a screening and critical discussion!
2) Re-evaluate those with whom I surround myself. It makes me wonder about myself when I have friends who steal and lie. It's time for me to grow up. My status as a graduate student keeps me from having the money to move on to some more adult things, but I can certainly remove myself from the endless parties of early 20somethings. Reconnect with distanced friends who have their lives together, and learn from them.
3) Curb my tongue. I can't believe I let myself turn into a crabby old lady who might get mad at something totally not worth it. I just need to watch what I say, and count to ten before I think I might say something not good.
4) Read more, watch more films, drink less. This one goes along with re-evaluating my social circles. There are a lot of things to do that don't have to involve drinking, and I should be wary of people who can't do anything without alcohol. I don't have to be a hermit because I don't want to be a drunk. I upped my Netflix subscription so I hopefully won't go through days and days of no DVDs to watch. I just have to remind myself not to let them sit around for 4 months. If I haven't tried to watch it by then, I probably don't really want to, and should just send it back!
5) Weed out negativity. Focus on things I like. A good first step is to stop reading the Craigslist Rants and Raves, I think.
6) RELAX! Getting too stressed out makes me clingy in hopes of comfort, grouchy, and likely to run out with questionable friends to drown my worries in a pint glass. I think hitting the gym 3 or 4 times a week will help TREMENDOUSLY, plus I'll feel and look better physically.
I have to stick with it. In short, I just want to be a better person. I'm ready to be an adult. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Welcome to the second of probably many sad but therapeutic entries.
I feel like I've lost my best friend. How am I supposed to go on like this? I can't do it. I have this unrealistic hope that when he gets done having his fun he'll realize what he's lost, but I know that won't happen. The idea of him with someone else makes me sick.
Here's a little bit from Otis Redding that says it better than I could.
I've been loving you too long to stop now
You were tired, and you want to be free
My love is growing stronger, as you become a habit to me
Oh I've been loving you too long
I don't wanna stop now
With you my life,
Has been so wonderful
I can't stop now
You were tired, and your love is growing cold
My love is growing stronger as our affair grows old
I've been loving you oh too long to stop now
I don't want to stop now
I've been loving you a little too long
I don't want to stop now
Don't make me stop now
No baby
I'm down on my knees Please, don't make me stop now
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you with all of my heart
And I can't stop now
Don't make me stop now
Please, please don't make me stop now | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | My mom told me she thought Stephen and I would get married. I knew we wouldn't, but I didn't think it would end so abruptly. I don't even know how it all happened or how to describe it. I loathe it. I don't want to go to bed alone. I don't want to wake up alone. I don't want to meet people, or go out and date. I don't care. I want to hear his stupid alarm clock go off 50 times every morning because he keeps hitting snooze. I don't mind his stupid dirty socks all over the place. I don't care that he doesn't even know how to cook. I gave him my heart and he gave me nothing back. I'm not even mad at him. I just want him to be here. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Now you all know that I hate cold-weather cycling events, but "Brunks on Dikes" is probably the most fun thing ever. Apparently this is a monthly event, and they usually go to bars, but this time we went to different riders' houses. Everyone met at Fellini's and had pizza and beer, then we all rode together to the next stop. There were seven stops, all in neighborhoods from Poncey Highlands to Virginia Highland, Little Five Points, Edgewood, Lake Claire, Candler Park, and Cabbagetown. It was like going to a traveling house party, and at each stop, drinks were only a dollar. The group rode slowly and made sure to keep up with everyone, not to mention that everyone was super friendly. It's nice to meet bike riders who aren't hung up on being too cool.
Saturday Stephen, Steven, Melina and I went to the firing range. I had never shot a gun before (it's true), and I tried two handguns and a rifle. I was definitely the most accurate with the rifle. Call me a redneck, but I felt like kind of a badass when it was all over. When Steven first started teaching us what to do, I thought maybe I was going to hate it, but now I think I do want to own a gun, you know, when all hell breaks loose soon enough.
Unrelated, I had a dream that I went on a beach vacation with Hugh Jackman. LORD YES. Except when we got back, he pretended he didn't know me, and left me on Marta. Whoops. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| The end is nigh! I have a little bit of sound/picture synching left to do and one more (really easy) exam, plus two days of work at my assistantship, and it's OVER! I definitely waited until 6:30 this morning to start writing a paper that was due today at noon. I turned all 10 pages of it in at 11:37. Look at me go!
Now I am going to fill out one of these things that everyone hates because I can. Here you will learn about my exceptionally poor taste in films.
Name a movie that you have seen more than 10 times.
Definitely Star Wars (all of the real ones) and Billy Madison. Adam Sandler was funny when I was in 5th grade (or possibly 7th, when I think I saw that for the first time), and it's a good childhood memory.
Name a movie that you've seen multiple times in a theater.
When I was in middle school, my friends and I saw Scream 2 three times. I also think I saw the first Austin Powers three or so times. This was before I had to spend my own money on movies.
Name an actor who would make you more inclined to see a movie.
Am I allowed to say Hugh Jackman? But in serioustown, Jason Schwartzman, Adrien Brody, Christian Bale and, of course, Jean-Pierre Leaud. I think I'd rather base the choice on story and director, though. Actors can surprise us; just look at Jim Carrey!
Name an actor who would make you less likely to see a movie.
Oh god. There are so, so many. Vin Diesel, Tom Cruise, Will Smith, any of the teen or tween stars, the list could probably go on infinitely but I won't be that much of an ass.
Name a movie from which you can quote.
I think I demonstrated recently that I know just about every line in Billy Madison. I'm sorry, y'all.
Name a movie musical to which you know all the lyrics to all the songs.
Probably none, but I know a lot of lyrics from Singin' in the Rain. Don't hate. It's a Hollywood classic, and Gene Kelly is kinda hot.
Name a movie that you have been known to sing along with.
Well, Singin' in the Rain, but also things like Help! if you count that.
Name a movie that you would recommend everyone see.
I know not everyone can stand to read subtitles, so I won't say The 400 Blows (even though I just did), so probably Paper Moon. It's kind of life-changingly amazing.
Name a movie that you own.
Everything that I've previously mentioned here.
Name an actor who launched his/her entertainment career in another medium but who has surprised you with his/her acting chops.
Yikes. Let me get back to you on that one.
Have you ever seen a movie in a drive-in?
NO and I hate you all for it.
Ever made out in a movie?
Ewwwww I totally made out and then fell asleep during Mystery Men when I was 15. What an awful, awful film... and what an awfully embarrassing story.
Name a movie that you keep meaning to see but just haven't gotten around to it.
The Deer Hunter. My old roommate had it on DVD, and I had it from Netflix for over a month, and I still never watched it. Oops.
Ever walked out of a movie?
Totally walked out of Message in a Bottle because it was rank, and The Island of Dr. Moreau (the Val Kilmer one, hahaha) for other reasons. Oh yeah, and Alexander. What a pile of steaming crap!
Name a movie that made you cry in the theater.
I don't cry in the theater. I'm too much of a hardass for that.
Popcorn?
Movie theater popcorn is so incredibly unhealthy, despite its delicious flavor. I have been known to eat it whilst attending the theater in a drunken state. Otherwise, I go with SNEAK IN MY OWN FOOD FROM THE PUBLIX IN ATLANTIC STATION.
How often do you go to the movies?
Hardly ever. It costs too much to suck as bad as it does right now. It just now took me about 5 minutes to decide what the last thing I even saw in the theater was. It was Burn After Reading, so I guess the critics were right: "Forget After Seeing." I want to see Synecdoche, New York, but I know nobody will sit through it with me, so probably the next thing I see will be Watchmen, though I am appalled that they CHANGED THE ENDING.
What's the last movie you saw in the theater?
Oops. I answered this one already.
What is your favorite/preferred genre of movie?
Dark comedy, a la Wes Anderson/Coen Brothers.
What was the first movie you remember seeing in the theater?
I really don't know the answer to that.
What movie do you wish you had never seen?
White Chicks. Don't ask. All I'll say is that NO, I did NOT see it in the theater, and if I had, I probably would have had to ask for all my money back, as well as all the money it cost to make the piece of shit, so I could rent a tank and mow down the studio that produced it.
What is the weirdest movie you enjoyed?
Week End.
What is the scariest movie you've ever seen?
Movies don't really scare me, because I know how they do it!
What is the funniest movie you've ever seen?
That's hard to say.... but it might be something like Blazing Saddles or Airplane! or Three Amigos.
THE END. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | I am so annoyed at myself for being so annoyed at other people. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| The light at the end of the tunnel is getting bigger, except for the Friday night shoot from 4 pm to 2 am in 21 degree weather. Only one production left to go!
I turned 25 on Monday and so far, the legends are true. Something clicked in my brain that said, "STAY HOME AND WATCH TV!" but I don't mind.
I DID, however, see Broken Social Scene at the Variety Playhouse last night. They are an example of an instance at which having seven or eight people playing in your band is a GOOD idea. Everyone associated with that band is able to play more than just one instrument, and they do it well. They played for almost three hours! I was really happy about that, except for a couple of obnoxious drunk girls... when Kevin Drew came out alone to sing "Lover's Spit," this girl repeatedly screamed "WOOOO!" and "KEVIN YOU'RE SEXY!" Then she tried to clap along to the song, but nobody joined in. Finally, Kevin stopped for a minute and joked that we "really know how to do a ballad," then offered to let everyone scream out the names of their exes. The same girl requested a song she referred to as "I'm Just Coming Here to Come Down," which made me think of the confusion about the Who's song "Baba O'Riley," commonly mistaken as "Teenage Wasteland." THE SONG IS CALLED "MAJOR LABEL DEBUT." But that's beside the point. Let me just say that at 25, I still totally have a teenage girl crush on Kevin Drew. Mike ran into him at Clothing Warehouse yesterday and called me to tell me about it (because he knows about my teenage girl Kevin Drew crush) and mentioned that he's "very handsome in person." Oh, he is. He is.
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| Our next door neighbor is renovating his whole house (much needed, I must say; I have never been inside but through the windows it is clear that the place needs some work). The process started a couple of days ago when a lovely Blu-John appeared in his front yard. Today, there is a large dump truck parked in front of my house, and it sounds like they are ripping out the entire inside of the house. As I type this, the dump truck must be backing up, because it sounds like I'm inside Home Depot. I don't know how long this will take, but I hope that I am never trying to sleep past 9 am in my own bed because I don't see that happening.
Um, so... the shoot. Maybe I should break it down by days.
Friday
Friday was going to be the hardest day, for sure. I shouldn't have scheduled 25 shots on the first day, especially with a 7 am call time. I really thought we could get through it, but I had delusions of grandeur. I'm not sure what we got will even edit together. I combined so many shots it was ridiculous, and I axed ALL of the dolly shots for that day. Time wasn't the only factor in that decision, though. Of the 15-20 extras I had lined up, THREE showed up. Three. My reliable friends. There were a couple of random faces later in the day, but one or two people in a "crowd scene" are kind of useless. The schedule I made was sensible, since both scenes took place in the same location with the same characters, but it was about 4 pages of script to get through, and my actress, who was available ONLY for that day, was an hour late and hadn't slept. Then, my lead actor decided to tell me that he needed to leave half an hour earlier than I thought. So essentially, I had less than 7 hours to get it done in what was going to be a 12-hour day. We managed to pull it together in about 9 hours, including load-in, set-up, and load-out. My actor, to whom I will refer as "Bobby," was pissy all day and it showed in his performance.
Saturday
We shot all the dolly stuff this day. After looking at the footage, it seems kind of boring, but I guess once it all gets edited together it won't be. I guess the day went on without any real hangups. Jamie, Katie, and Ryan all showed up (on time!) and were fun to have around. I ordered $80 worth of pizza.
Sunday
Sunday night was cold and kind of confusing. We were running short on time so we had to shoot scenes mixed together because we could use the same camera and lighting setups. So "Bobby" was out there changing clothes for every shot. By now, his little attitude problem was getting slightly annoying. I don't think he knew what he had gotten himself into. Especially after seeing Britt's actors, I'm kicking myself. He's getting such good performances so far. The kill scenes were sort of not as exciting as I had hoped, but I didn't want anyone to get hurt. We were swinging around a shingling hatchet. Another actor didn't show up, so Britt got to wear "THE HIDEOUS SHIRT" (famous for its ugliness) and roll around on the pavement in a puddle of sticky corn syrup blood. Everyone was freezing and when we went in for lunch, "Bobby" insisted on playing drums on the most obnoxious song on Rock Band, as loudly as possible. I wanted to beat him with the drumsticks. My crew was holding it together pretty well, though.
Monday
Tension was starting to run high. People got snappy. I was fed up with "Bobby," who had a supremely annoying habit of deciding IMMEDIATELY after finishing a shot that he needed to know RIGHT THEN what he was supposed to be doing in the next one, before we even had time to decide exactly how we'd do the setup. It ran something like this.
Me: Cut. Okay, let's move on. Michael, this one is going to--
Bobby: Amber. Amber. Amber. Amber. AMBER. AMBER?
Me: WHAT?
Bobby: What am I doing in this shot? What's happening in this shot?
Me: This is the reverse of what we just did.
Bobby: I thought we already got that.
Me: We got one angle. We have to shoot coverage.
Bobby: So what, then, am I doing the exact same thing again?
Me: Yes. The same as the last one. This is just from a different angle.
Bobby:*huff, grumble, pout*
But we wrapped and got the hell out of there and I never wanted to see him again, but he left a pair of really dirty, really stinky jeans in my trunk. Alas. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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