Prop guns in between takes.
March 31, 2014 • 8:38 pm 0
During the rare but not unheard of Sunday rigging call, we were in a very expensive boutique hotel on the Sunset Strip, which, given the only reason the hoi polloi shell out to stay there are hopes of catching a glance of a movie star, is surprisingly hostile to film crews.
We weren’t allowed to be in the hotel before 4 pm, which really sucked since the shooting unit had a 5 pm call and since there was no way we were going to get all the cable run in an hour, our boss begged or bribed or something and got us in early – on the condition that we be very, very quiet. Which, when one is rigging, is harder than one imagines.
I suppose it’s possible to gently set down a 100 lb. (45 kilo) coil of cable, but my back just wants me to drop it.
The other thing that slowed us down was the stairs. Oh, the stairs.
This particular hotel was built during an era when handicapped people were fucked (so why even let them out of the house), and therefore has no ramps. Anywhere.
The area we were rigging wasn’t accessible any other way than stairs, which meant that cable carts were useless – we could get them about halfway to the set, and then had to pick everything up and walk it the rest of the way.
Actually, it was two sets of stairs.
And this beauty:
That second set is so narrow two people can’t pass on it, so the person with the lighter load yields. Unless it’s a guest, and then one squeezes to the side and waits, like Atlas, while cursing the universe.
Lucky for us the rig wasn’t that big and it wasn’t too hot – also I was working with a fantastic group of guys that make any situation fun, so it was a good day, even though at the end I would have handed back my entire day’s pay just to sully the hotel’s lovely pool with my dirty blue-collar cooties.
It was only a one-night shoot, so we were back this morning to wrap everything. Upon arriving, we were informed that the shoot had gone past the scheduled out time (shocked. I am shocked, I tell you) and the hotel management were a wee bit cross (something about the location manager’s head and a pike, but I didn’t get details), so we needed to double time it to get out of there.
As we started to gather equipment, it became apparent that, at some point during the wee hours, the hotel management mistook the shooting crew for cats and turned on the sprinklers in the hope that it would make them run away.
If only that worked.
Thirty minutes into the day we were soaking wet and smeared with dirt, and I guess my appearance was scary enough that when I greeted a guest with a cheery ‘Good Morning’ her response was a hissed suggestion that I go fuck myself.
If only I could. I’d never leave the house.
After carrying everything back down the stairs, we loaded the truck and rigged our second location – a theater with ramps. Lots and lots of ramps.
Of course it has stairs, too, but we didn’t have to deal with them.
I love you, cable carts. I’ll never take you for granted ever again.
Tomorrow, we wrap the theater and then unload the truck at the rental house.
March 25, 2014 • 12:53 pm 0
Stunt days are usually slow for us. We light the shot, and then read the newspaper while the stunt guys do… stunt stuff.
Especially in light of recent train track events, stunt people are very resistant to being rushed. The set up takes as long as it takes, and if you don’t like it feel free to stroll over to crafty and help yourself to a big cup of shut the fuck up.
So most of yesterday was sitting and waiting for the stunts to get set up.
To these particular stunt guys credit, they moved pretty fast, but we still had a 14 hour day.
Which was fine with me, since it’s going to be completely dead in about a week.
Our last shot was inside a hallway of an empty building in an office park. It was another stunt, so we were in there well past dark.
When we stepped outside, we heard this:
Frogs. Such a strange thing to hear in drought stricken Southern California. Not at all unpleasant, mind you, just odd.
Call time: 7 am.
Wrap time: 10 pm.
March 21, 2014 • 8:47 pm 2
I haven’t spent an entire day lifting cable in some time.
This is both a good thing and a bad thing.
It’s good because, well, I haven’t had to lift cable in quite some time, and bad because the only thing that gets one fit for lifting cable is lifting cable. Last I checked, they don’t have a 4/0 machine at the gym.
I got a call from the union hall (haven’t had one of those for a while) to wrap a location yesterday at one of our local sports arenas. Arenas are great because they have nice wide ramps and large freight elevators, but bad because most rigging gaffers feel the need to run cable all the way around said arena.
As most arenas are not small, that’s a lot of cable.
I don’t have any problems pulling (rolling the stretched out cable into a coil – it’s called pulling because one straddles the cable and pulls it into a coil while it’s flat on the ground) cable. I can use the overdeveloped swimmer’s muscles on my back all damn day – plus it increases my sprint speed in the pool, so everybody wins.
What hurts me is lifting the cable – and moving cable from one place to the other is just about the same as it’s always been.
One picks up the 100+ lb coil of cable. One deposits said coil onto some sort of wheeled contraption. Then, one wheels the cable to the truck and lifts it again.
Coil, lift, drop. Coil, lift, drop. Coil, lift, drop. Lunch (light, unless you want to puke while you’re lifting), then repeat.
We were very, very lucky that the temperature stayed relatively low at 78 degrees, so the heat wasn’t the factor that it will be later in the year.
After we finished loading the truck, the best boy asked me if I wanted to unload the truck at the lot today.
I was sore, but work is work – and these are really nice guys that I’d love to call me back again, so of course I said yes.
The sequence for unloading the truck is just about the same for loading it, but without the coiling part.
Lift, drop, count, lift. Lift, drop, count, lift. Lift, drop, count, lift. Lunch (light, unless you want to puke while you’re lifting), repeat.
Someday I’m going to produce a ‘Get Fit With Cable’ exercise video and make a mint.
Or not. The shipping costs would kill any profit margin.
Since I haven’t been doing many cable lifts lately, I started to hurt a little bit before lunch on Thursday, and really, really started to hurt before lunch today.
Right after lunch, we found out we had to rig two sets, which was a bit of a relief as it would allow me to use different muscles for a couple of hours.
By the time we were dismissed, I was filthy, smelly and sore. I briefly considered going to the Korean spa and soaking myself in the hot tub, but settled for take-out (I am so not cooking tonight) and got the side-eye from just about everyone in the place.
Fuck them. I’m eating dinner after enjoying a very hot shower and a smearing of the biceps with ointment.
December 11, 2013 • 7:32 pm 3
There are two downtowns in Los Angeles.
The first is the newly gentrified downtown of nice restaurants, microbreweries, amenity-laden lofts and a Starbucks on every corner.
That’s a nice downtown. Nice to visit, nice to work, relatively clean and safe.
Then, there’s the other downtown. The older downtown. The downtown from…before.
The downtown of smelly bars open at 6 am, aggressive entrepreneurs (one of our drivers was solicited and I was informed that I needed to buy some drugs), houseless citizens, and what basically amounts to open sewers.
Why, oh why, when people have an entire city in which to defecate do they always choose to do so on our cable? I’ve never been able to figure it out.
Honestly it wasn’t as bad as it could have been - we came in to wrap about an hour after the shooting crew had left, but that was still enough time for the locals to… decorate our cable.
In this situation, there’s always a decision to make.
Do we wrap the (relatively) clean cable first, saving the gross stuff for last, or do we dive in and deal with the stuff that might make us sick when it’s before breakfast and we still have empty stomachs?
In this case, we decided to wrap the ‘clean’ stuff first, in the hope that the sun would dry up the worst of the filth, which sometimes happens. Mostly in the summer.
Then, it’s just a matter of avoiding the piles of dried up I don’t want to know*.
At one point, I noticed a discarded syringe a few inches from my foot.
Lucky for me, the needle was gone. One of my co-workers saw a syringe with needle intact, though. Yikes.
Lucky for all of us we finished wrapping and had everything staged by the truck, ready to be loaded, by the time the nice lady who was screaming about invading lizard people started doing what looked like the Watusi while she crapped in the middle of the street.
Ah, downtown. It used to be like this everywhere.
I’ve been on the show where the cable was covered with so much runny shit that the best boy called the rental house and told them if they wanted the cable back, they could don hazmat suits and come and get it.
We loaded the truck, threw away our gloves, and headed out. I decided to make a stop at an en route Korean Spa to relax and scrub off the worst of the funk.
They almost didn’t let me in, which I sort of understand, given how I must have smelled.
Lucky for me, I had some clean clothes in my gym bag and was able to soak, sweat and shower so I could head home not smelling like skid row.
I’ve got tomorrow off and then Friday I’m working on a nice studio lot where the filth won’t kill me right away.
*I know what it is. I just don’t want to think about it. I’ve never stopped being grossed out by piles of human excrement on the pavement.
December 5, 2013 • 5:54 pm 0
Have you ever had an entire week disappear? Just vanish – a few fuzzy recollections, but for all intents and purposes, it was only a day.
That’s what happened to this past week. I know it was there, I got some work (hooray!), ate lots of holiday bad-for-me food, drank some wine, but mainly it’s just… gone. I blame the stuffing.
Yesterday, I got a day with wonderful guys that I always enjoy being around.
We shot in a gym swimming pool, where our hero fearlessly dives into the shallow end to save the drowning scantily clad girl.
No, it really is fearless. Diving into the shallow end is super dangerous.
One of the things that it’s very important to remember about shooting around any sort of water is that said water does not go well with electricity. Sort of like purple and lime green.
So when we shoot around water we use these things called ground fault circuit interrupters when we work around water.
They’re a fairly recent invention, but they’re lifesavers. So much so that we never, ever, ever shoot around water without them. Hell, we use them when there’s a light drizzle three miles away.
So all of us were very surprised when the rental house forgot to send them out.
Luckily, we were able to plug into the gym’s outlets, which were all GFCI (like the ones you have in your kitchen – with the little buttons in between the outlets), and this DP doesn’t like to use large lighting units.
By the time we got all our shots, including the giant crane shot that saw the entire world, it was a 14 hour day,
If I’m only going to get one day, it might as well be a long one.
November 8, 2013 • 9:46 am 1
Explosions for movies are all about the sound and fury. Huge colorful flames, ear-splitting noise, and little, if any, debris.
The reasons for this should be obvious. Expensive people standing around, expensive cameras, expensive cars, expensive equipment, and last night a very expensive (I’m not sure but I feel safe assuming here) helicopter.
So one does not, in any way, shape, or form, want debris flying off of one’s perfectly safe explosion.
But sometimes it just can’t be helped.
Cars, for example. One can weaken the frame, strip the vehicle as much as possible and try to minimize the debris, but there’s always going to be crap flying everywhere, and last night was no exception.
We had the ‘hero’ explosion (which shook the bridge!) and then when we went in for coverage, we had to step around a truly impressive debris field.
Unfortunately, this was for the television show that fears and hates free publicity, so no shots of the actual explosion – just the aftermath.
I don’t know about you, but I find safety glass hilarious, especially after it’s been blown 30 feet in the air and slammed into the road surface of a bridge.
November 6, 2013 • 5:57 pm 0
I’ll admit I’ve gotten a bit soft, sitting in my nice dimmer room, chair at the ready, no rain, no cold, wearing slippers on show day (when I can’t leave the board) is a possibility…
Then, the show ended, and after making a few calls, I got five days on a one hour drama which has already aired but has such tight security I’ll call it Sooper Secret.
Five days in a row is great, but after day one (call time: 5 am. Wrap time 8pm. Commute: One hour each way) I wondered how my feet were going to hold up.
The fun part was shooting on a closed bridge in the city of Long Beach.
Working on roads that are closed to traffic is fun – the surface is smooth so carts and stands don’t get stuck anywhere, and there’s enough room so that everyone can get around easily.
Working on roads that aren’t closed is scary as hell – one never knows when a driver will accidentally (or, sometimes purposely) take aim at one of the carts or crew members (I can tell you from personal experience that imported German sedan vs. cart full of HMI ballasts isn’t pretty – and there’s no clear winner), despite the presence of police officers and lots of cameras.
The bad part was the truck being approximately 500 miles away from the set – and no direct route back. So if we needed something that didn’t come up in the stakebed, it took a very long time to get it.
Lucky for us the gaffer’s not a screamer.
Tonight was mainly driving stunts, and tomorrow we blow up a car!
August 16, 2013 • 9:54 am 1
This week didn’t start out busy. This week started out with just Monday on a three camera kids show. Let’s call it Sassy Tweens.
Then, as I started the Tuesday morning worry, I got calls for Wednesday and Thursday within five minutes of each other. Sweet.
Wednesday was a condor call, on Been Done Before. Since it’s been a while since I’ve been up in a condor, I had to pause for a few minutes at about 50 feet to get my ‘air legs’. Condor calls are usually 8 hours – so both of us came in before lunch, and helped work the set (a teeny tiny bar. Really teeny) and move back to the lot.
We wrapped about 11 pm, and I hurried home to get to bed as soon as possible because I had an 8 am call on a new TV show that has an unbelievable amount of security – a co-worker told me that one of the background actors tweeted the name of the show and security nailed him 10 minutes later. A PA actually approached me and checked my name against the call sheet. Wow. Let’s call it Super Secret.
Please no guesses at the name in the comments. Don’t get me blacklisted from a show with a crew I adore.
We had a nice day on an air-conditioned stage (hooray!) and aside from being a little sleepy (I like to try to get at least 6 hours, and I fell just a bit short), it was a great day with guys I really like.
Today, I’m back on Sassy Tweens. That gives me four days this week.
Hooray for work!