Totally Unauthorized

A side of the film industry most people never see.

Okay, I’m not insane. “Enterprise” is still a wrap.

Back on “Enterprise”.

When I got the call on Friday, our call steward told me it was a rig, which threw me into a state of confusion.

Confusion cleared, though. They’re not starting back up, as they have to be out of Stage 8 pronto as Mission Impossible 3 is rigging that stage soon.

6 am call, which was fine, as it gets us into the commissary for coffee and lunch before the crowd hits. The breakfast/coffee crowd hits at 8:30, and the lunch crowd hits at 1:30. With a 6 am call, you have breakfast at 7:30 and lunch at noon.

There wasn’t a lot left to do – it was pretty much just clearing the cable that was up in the perms. There were four guys upstairs dropping cable out, and four on the ground wrapping it as it came down to avoid the previously mentioned ‘fucking mess’.

One of the guys pissed off the rigging gaffer, though – well, actually he pissed off everyone. Right before lunch, the producer walked on set, and this guy marched up to him and announced that the rig was coming out fast and we’d be done in ‘no time’.
This resulted in the producer cutting the crew, so 5 of us (including me) got laid off.

Generally, crew members don’t speak (beyond small talk or the occasional sports conversation over coffee) to anyone who ‘outranks’ them by more than a notch or two.
If you are having a sports conversation with a higher up, and they ask you a work question, you generally refer them to your supervisor (“Gee, Bruce, I have no idea when that’s going to be done. Why don’t you ask Chris? I’m sure he’ll be able to tell you that. Say, how about those Red Sox?”), but most producers know better than to ask questions of anyone except department heads – it’s a waste of time, as information is parceled out to us on a ‘need to know’ basis.

The worst thing you can do on a crew is go over someone’s head like that (and he did it right in front of the department head, too). It’s seen as brownnosing folks who normally wouldn’t speak to you anyway, and it’s disrespectful to your supervisor. And it doesn’t make you any friends.

The surprise of the day was Mr. Movie Star calling me about 2 pm ‘to see what I was doing’ – I told him I was glad to hear from him, but I was about to get brained by the crap that was falling out of the perms (the grips were taking out the ‘greenbeds’, which are temporary walkways hung from the perms – they’re heavy wood flats about the size of a door that hang on brackets suspended by 30 feet of chain – they swing like crazy when they’re being lowered to the ground, and it’s best not to be anywhere near them when the grips are dropping them in.) and asked if I could call him back – only to notice, after he’d said ‘no problem babe’ and hung up, that his number reads as “Private Call” in the phone’s received call log.

That is a serious blonde moment.

D’oh.

Some friends from New York are in town tonight and their band (Slunt) is playing the Roxy tonight, so although all I really want to do is sit home and stare obsessively at my cell phone, willing Mr. Movie Star to call back, I have to go see the girls play.

Getting out of the house will be good for me.

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