Sometimes, I just don’t have the energy to write a blog entry after work, and this last week was one of those times, so here’s a summary:
Wednesday: I picked a good day to come back to work – we shot in a hallway for the entire 12 hour day, so even though my back still hurt a little I was able to sit down often enough to make it through the day. When I got home, I cuddled up with the ice pack and went right to sleep.
During my absence, about half the crew (including the lead actress, director and DP) picked up some really nasty bug and were looking like zombies all day.
I’d just like to take a moment to point out that the few of us who had “allergy issues” and wore masks for the whole shoot (and were ruthlessly mocked for doing so) didn’t get sick.
Yeah, who’s laughin’ now, pukey?
Thursday: damn good thing my back felt better, because this was a loooong day. Call time 8:30, wrap time 12:30 am (on Friday), due to special effects (any shot involving an exploding dummy takes a while to set up) and the lead actress not being able to stop vomiting long enough to get through a scene (poor thing – I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy).
Friday: Last night of the movie. My back felt MUCH better, although still stiff, so I kept the back belt on all day. Call time was at 12 noon, and we wrapped at 1:30 am, which wasn’t bad since we had more special effects to shoot, but once again we were in the same room all day (after the morning’s mad rush to get a bunch of inserts – in sets that had wrapped days ago – that the editor needed). By lunchtime (at 6 pm), the fatigue was hitting everyone hard and the whole crew were getting punchy and laughing hysterically at really unfunny jokes. For some reason, I got the “Small World” song from that ride at Disneyland stuck in my head at lunch and couldn’t get it out. Damn.
The big bummer of the day was that I’d taken a bit of a liking to the DP and thought there was reason to suspect that he liked me back (that’s so third grade, isn’t it?), so I was really disappointed to not get anything more than a handshake at wrap. I mean, I wasn’t expecting tongue or anything like that, but more than a very platonic handshake and a statement that it was a good show.
Oh, well. You win some, you lose some.
Photos tomorrow. Or Monday. Or whenever I get motivated to do much of anything other than sit on the couch and stare at the TV.