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| So, this weekend, I worked on a movie. Not just any movie, mind you, but a huge big budget movie with the man who Rosie O'Donnell refers to as "My Tommy." I'm not going to say names but I'm sure you guys know of whom I speak.
Last night was possibly the most fun I've had in a while, though I'm not quite sure why. We blocked off about 3 city blocks of downtown LA and there was quite an uproar over it.
Of course, those who were upset could always call their councilman and complain. It's happened before, you know. Certain streets in LA aren't allowed to be filmed after a certain time or only on the second full lunar eclipse of the year. Stuff like that.
Unfortunately, there was a crew of several lowly production assistants who bore the brunt of the public's anger with the fact that we were shooting there last night, especially. One of the guys last night almost got ran over by some angry drivers trying to get out of a parking structure. One of the ladies working with us last night was physically threatened by a guy who quite literally thought he was God. (No, really, I'm not making this up) And me, you ask?
I was accosted by a man in a van who asked me when he could come back to make his living although I told him twice that he could go into the building he was trying to get into although he had to do it discreetly. And was almost beat up by an overweight middle aged man who had just climbed 109 (yes, 109 exactly, there's a sign there that tells the story of the steps) steps up in an attempt to make his way around the set only to confront the middle of where we were shooting. He wasn't too pleased. Of course, the sentence "Sir, we've got a helicopter in the air right now and we cannot have anyone within 500 feet of it because it presents a safety issue" seems logical to everyone except the person who just climbed 109 steps.
Of course, despite my gripes, I've got to say that most people were quite understanding, even when I told them they'd be standing around for 10-15 minutes and they ended up standing around for three times that legnth of time. One lady went as far as offering me a cup of coffee because she thought I looked cold.
I think my fondest memory of the weekend was when we did have that bird in the air, there was a family of five watching all the goings on of the evening, and their youngest son got so excited that he was beside himself. He just stared in amazement of what was happening grinning ear to ear.
I think that's why we're all in this business. To tell a story and ultimately make people feel something.
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| This site was created after a conversation with Parry Shen on the set about his Xanga. He suggested that I write about my experiences as a Set Production Assistant on the various features and shows I somehow find myself working on and you know, really, sometimes, the stories are just too good to not share. And with my safety in mind, he suggested I write anonymously. Oh how I feel like the author of Primary Colors!
So here's the deal. I might not write daily, I will not post up pictures of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie (or whomever I so happen to be working with at the moment) but I will give you a completely candid view of my world, as jaded and delusional as it may be.
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