Dimmer board mood lighting:
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!
March 5, 2013 • 11:57 pm 3
Last night was my first time going up in the condor in almost a year. Although I’m not normally too terribly afraid of heights, it does take me a bit to adjust to being in a lift after extensive periods of time spent on terra firma.
We were shooting on a Y-shaped studio lot street, so we used three condors. Mine was the lowest, armed out over the intersection, mimicking various streetlights. This had two advantages. It kept me lower, so there was less adjustment panic, and since I was a few feet below the tops of the facades, I was sheltered from the wind (spring has not yet sprung here in Los Angeles, so it’s still a bit brisk at night, especially up in the air).
The other two condors, at opposite ends of the street, were ‘full stick’ (meaning they were at full extension of 80 feet, almost straight up) and at the mercy of the wind and fog.
At least it didn’t rain, but the billowing clouds did make for some entertaining nighttime viewing:
The operators in the other two condors told me that the wind died down after about an hour, so everyone had an easy night.
Most terrifying night in a condor ever was the night I was armed out over the LA river for an elaborate car chase scene – my base was on one of the bridges and my bucket was full stick, so the distance to ground was about 200 feet. Adding to the terror spawned by an overactive imagination was a windy night and a very ‘bendy’ condor arm (some of the arms flex more than others).
At the end of the night I think I might have kissed the ground.
December 21, 2012 • 12:07 pm 0
Monday and Tuesday were out load out days for the movie, which we’d all taken to calling She Dies in the End. Loadout days are when we drive the truck back to the rental house, unload it, count it and then call all the other departments to find out if they’ve got any of the items we’re missing, usually extension cords.
We then loaded up the gaffer’s personal equipment and drove it to his storage space (in a hailstorm, of course), and after that I figured I was done for the year. A few days to clean up the disgraceful pigsty that I call an apartment, do the laundry, then get packed up for the annual guilt induced pilgrimage back east to overeat and argue.
But Tuesday, as I was on my way home under suddenly clear blue skies (of course, the rain and hail stopped right as we finished), a friend called me and asked if I was available for Wednesday and Friday for another low budget feature that I suppose we should call Teenage Emo Love.
I thought, for a split second, about saying no, then came to my senses. Of course I was available.
So I spent another 14 hours standing in yet another very small house with only one entrance – a small narrow stairway with no handrail (don’t ask me why they took it off).
Lucky for my knees, I ended up mostly being one of the outside people. I stood on the platform they’d constructed for the big HMIs that were aimed into the second story windows and moved lights around.
I’m back today, for their last day of shooting – which is a split (half day and half night), and then I come home, take a nap and then fly out.
December 11, 2012 • 5:59 am 1
The problem with six day weeks isn’t days one through five. Those days are fine. Long and filled with silliness, but fine.
Nope it’s the 6th day. That’s the shitty day. The day when one hurts as soon as me gets out of bed. The day when one can’t seem to focus or remember much for longer than a few minutes.
Sunday, I got up, shuffled to the kitchen and stared into the fridge for about a minute before I realized that everything inside had gone bad and would need to be thrown out.
I then did laundry, shuffled around aimlessly and then went back to bed.
I’ve started out our last week tired and unable to think – and this week will most likely be 14 hours every day with 10 hour turnaround every night.
So I come home and make some incoherent notes and then go to bed.
The posts are there, I just haven’t gotten to them yet – When I can, I’ll go back and actually post them. I know it’s ‘blog cheating’, but it’ll still be entertaining, I promise.
I’m off to work after the Monday 10 hour turnaround for the Tuesday 14 hour day.
December 7, 2012 • 7:03 pm 0
November 2, 2012 • 5:34 pm 0
Balloon lights – one lit, one not. These are helium balloons with lights inside of them (hence the name) and they do a very good job of imitating moonlight. You have to keep them away from trees on windy nights, though, or they pop.
June 22, 2012 • 1:59 pm 0
Earlier this week, I worked 40 hours in three days, with a five hour turnaround (one show to another, so there’s no minimum) between day two and day three.
Although I knew it was going to hurt, I wasn’t prepared to still be exhausted two days later. Guess I’m getting old.
So, since I still can’t think and am planning on doing a lot of napping today, here’s a photo:
From a reality show about cooking (hence the restaurant setting). Careful what you say!