Wednesday November 30, 2010
Weebly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey
I managed to get to the
Saticoy Studios
by 5:30am; understandably, it was closed up tight.
The caterers actually were parked at the curb, waiting as well.
An all-night donut shot was across the way so I spend some time there, nursing a chocolate milk and two donuts.
Around 6am, the gate had been opened but not so many lights turned on.
After checking around I found an unlocked door, and what was either a security guard of the place's manager didn't seem to mind where I went, so I waited in the studio stage-set.
There stood a green-painted office'y set, seperated down the middle by a red line, which later would be marked as
International Dateline Line.
It should be noted that working on a commercial is significantly different than working a movie or TV show.
On a commercial, it's more familial and friendly;
the main difference between principals and "background" is the pay-grade:
beyond that, everyone is very friendly.
The rest of the backgrounders arrived early, around 6am+, all long before the 7am calltime: I met
Frank Barwah
(who apparently Knows Everybody and vice versa),
who agreed to carpool me home that night and to and from the next day;
Robert Barish
of the mischievous smile and twinkling eyes;
and
Melissa Miller
"as the pretty scientist"
(as she wrote out her name so I could credit her herein),
our both forgetting having
previously worked together.
The catering truck was finally set up
We were met by AD
Brady Sloan,
who showed us where was Talent Holding
(all Talent, not just us),
where I met the spot's lead
Chris Fogelman
(who recognized me, his having written and starred in the feature film
Tripping Forward
on which I worked and shown for the feature
Strictly Background...).
Soon we were shown to wardrobe:
Azalea Lee
checked me with various Casual Wear, and eventually I was suited out with
(and remained in),
my own business attire look
(including but not limited to wearing my own
Cool
bow-tie),
along with a lab coat.
I apologized that had I been aware, I'd have brought my own lab coat, which surpised them I'd have.
As it was, due to what would take place later, I ended up not bringing it in Thursday morning.
As the morning progressed, whispers began to abound that this was a multiple commercial campaign;
SAG Rep
Steve Celentano
confirmed this, that it was five spots shooting over the two-day shoot, also meaning Chris Fogelman was not merely the lead principal, but was Spokeperson level, which is substantially greater
(status and pay-grade),
than being Just Principal.
The concept is that the fictional facility being set on the International Dateline, allows one
(Chris at least, anyway),
to step from today/the "past" into the "future," as beyond the Dateline becomes "the next day/date."
This premise was the basis of some comical aspects that certainly took the concept of
Weebly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey
to some new places.
In one spot identical party balloons are on either side: as I'm on the today/"past" side, they're fine.
The "same" ballons are more deflated on the Next Day side, a la the balloons being "24 hours later"
(as though the Dateline works that way).
Each spot had another principal apart from Chris:
Alan Abeyta
(on "casual Friday" in the spot Half Off),
Tomas Boykin
(wishing Chris good luck on a next-day presentation Chris indicates having done in the spot Presentation),
Sharon Omi
(unaware she's suggesting a temporal paradox, at least in Chris's mind, in the spot Test),
Collin Christopher
(in a space-suit; I'm not sure how that bit of apparently special effects should look in the spot Glasses),
but somewhat pleasantly surprisingly
(the next day):
Caroline Fogarty
(for the spot Clothes),
who recognized me as well, our having worked together before on the
Arla commercial
"Cow," though during the shoot date, neither of us could remember that being the project on which we'd worked.
Lunch was called on time, but we had some nice overtime, wrapping at 8:30pm
(plus working with smoke, and
[at least for all my clothes save the lab coat being mine],
a wardrobe bump).
Brady signed us out at 8:30pm, although Azalea waylaid us and requested hanging onto our
(own)
clothes overnight, so we really didn't get out until 8:50pm.
Frank scooted down to the 101 and 134 as he lives in Pasadena, close enough for us to carpool: we agreed with the next day's 8:30am calltime we should leave where I'd been staying by 7:00am.
We were astonished at how strong were the winds, which had blasted out of nowhere: it'd been a very calm day then in the late afternoon the
first of the season's
Santa Ana winds
came so strong that the radio news reports were conveyong 94+ MPH winds.
Back where I was staying, just as I went to start updating this page, the power cut out.
It would remain out until about 3:30pm Saturday
(thankfully in time for me to do my
weekly radio show).
I had only just begun charging my phone; I had enough power to call Frank to let him know the phone might not last the night to wake me, that when he woke up
(about 5:30am, he said).
Later I realized my former phone was off to the side, plugged in, so it had a full charge.
While I could not make calls with it, I could use it as my wake-up alarm.
I had just enough power left in my regular Not-Smart phone to text Frank that I would be able to be up and ready for his 7am arrival.
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