Sunday July 01, 2012
While house and cat sitting for friends in San Pedro, I received word of a new location and calltime.
I had the scheduling down to a "T," but the T in MTA decided to thwart me big time.
Well aware that the Staples Center was hosting the X-Games as well as a massive Anime Convention, they did not re-route the bus/es, allowing them to contribute to the congestion.
It was becoming clear the 15-20 connection window to the Red Line train to Universal was to be missed.
I hastily got off and took the Blue up to 7th, and the Red Line to Hollywood Vine station, where the 222 at 6:47pm would head up to the same location and arrive at about 6:55pm.
I got there at 6:35pm... and no 222 ever showed up.
I had not missed it, nor had it gone by early; a woman had just missed the 5:50pm one by about ten or twenty minutes, and was still waiting for the next, which would have been the one at 6:47pm.
I contacted Fabio, who, reluctant to send someone to retrieve me, suggested I take a taxi, for which Fabio paid.
It was about 7:15 or so before a taxi came by that didn't already have someone in it.
I was scooted over the hill
(the 222 for which I was waiting never did come, after 30+ minutes past its scheduled time).
"Fortunately," my delay, getting me there by about 8:20pm, had had them Completely Ready for my shot.
We got to it so quickly that introductions were never really made; to my suprise, Anton Kahn was one of the principals; apart from Anton and Fabio, I had no idea as to anyone's names.
One of the actors holding me down was Irish
(sounded like a slight Belfastian accent),
but somehow we did not have a chance to provide each other with names.
We filmed my stabbing scene, and were finished within about an hour it seemed, and that was the only scene being show
(though they had other scenes to film the next day, from what I could gather).
The DP who originally was to drive me home, was heading to Citywalk to see the movie
Jose Val Bal
who'd also worked on
Apology of Love.
He offered to "drop me at the Red Line," which I presumed meant the Universal Station, but he did drive me over the hill and while he did not drop me at Hollywood and Highland
(or Hollywood Vine Street station),
he dropped me at Hollywood Boulevard at Cahuenga at about 9:40pm, so I walked to Hollywood and Vine in time to learn that With far-less-MTA-service on Sundays, I could at least take the 180 to Normandie and walk from there, getting me home by about 11pm+.
A few photos were taken on set; I could only hope they would be emailed to me.