Saturday, October 01, 2011
Shoot, Day 1: The short long day
All through the night, Luke worked on dressing his apartment for the shoot, and just past 6am,
he texted me/us to push the calltime to 1:30pm, as the other actors could not make it before then.
I texted back, inquiring whether I should come earlier as some business did not involve them on screen, but it turned out Luke's assistant would not be available earlier than 1:30 either.
I surmised this meant a long shoot day, as it removed three to four hours from the previous schedule, but we ended up still wrapping for the day at 6pm.
I arrived early, as always, noting a McDonalds close enough to go to snag a hamburger on the possibility of little to no snacks I'd want.
It turned out Luke was within with co-star Alec,
who bore a slight resembled a cross between Ryan Reynolds and Matt Smith.
We walked back together and we saw the amazing Conspiracy Chamber.
Tin Foil along the walls and ceiling; the walls covered with newspaper clippings, photos, and red yarn stretched to push-pins to indicate connections.
Luke eventually told us that when he'd texted us at 6am, he'd not yet even been to bed yet.
With Max arriving, the three of them worked on the opening sequences, and footage to be converted into Security Feed footage to be used the following day.
I had access to Luke's computers to snag and print more images for the walls.
As I pulled down various Connection Images from conspiracy sites, I began realizing I couldn't let this go without a few in-jokes that most likely wouldn't even read.
I printed out and put up the updated
Seal of Rassilon
as well as TARDIS internal skematics
a photo of myself as the
from the short
and even the "newspaper clip" of the
headline next to my photo
New Orleans Times-Picayune.
Also to help dress the set was the comprehensive
Income Tax: Shattering the Myths,
as the pack of lies the IRS spews forth is itself a conspiracy theory.
Luke's friend Matt soon arrived and assisted as a gaffer.
Amusingly, Luke thought he was being clever by recording the three of us speaking amongst ourselves, what with the short being MOS
(no recorded dialogue),
so what we said would technically be of no consequence
(we actually did share our various views on conspiracy fact/s: FEMA, income tax, police-state mentality, etc.).
Max was brilliant, not only in conveying some good comic timing but highly Awake in matters that most of the people are blissfully unaware or aware but Asleep.
I suspected that that was what Luke was doing: I'd used the technique myself, though in
case it was due to the fact the actor I was filming could only act when he thought it was a rehearsal.
If the camera was running, the "actor" became ludicrously wooden and painful to watch.
Two Weeks Notice,
my mother had had a similar experience.
They wanted to film the casual conversation between
my mother and another background artist.
After a bit the AD came over and thanked them, as they'd gotten the shot; mom and the woman's chatting had been so natural, and as the camera was far enough away not to be intrusive, the crew just filmed it without telling them the camera was running.
Meanwhile, any sharp-eyed lip readers might notice apart from my discussing income tax law and corruption in American jurisprudence, the two men also had to endure my providing the backstory of the TV series
what with my looking forward later that night at home seeing the then-current
As I expected, I was unable to co-host my
weekly online radio show
The Paranormal View.
This would not prevent me from doing up a report on that evening's
Luke wrapped us at 6pm; Max was not available to come out to dinner, so Luke took me and Alex and Matt to Denny's.
With a bus ride home ahead of me, I headed out at 7pm, noting the next 81 bus north on Figueroa was to leave at 7:15pm'ish.
At least according to the hardcopy schedule, which claimed Saturday night the 81 runs north about every 15-19 minutes.
Waiting at the corner of Figueroa and Jefferson, I arrived at 7:10, and proceeded to wait.
Eventually I began checking with the MTA trip planner on my not-smart phone, which insisted the 81 bus Saturday nights runs every 30 minutes, but none showed up at 7:30 or at 8pm.
In fact, at 8:20pm, three 81 buses finally showed up, as a mock-the-waiting-riders convoy.
Instead of the recommended route, I stopped and took the Gold Line from Chinatown Station
(which I just managed to catch),
to the most southern stop to catch the last bus north so I would not have to wait a full hour for the next.
I got there with ten minutes to spare, but even that bus was fifteen minutes late!
Instead of getting to my stop and walking the mile to get home by 10pm, I got to my stop at 10pm.