This week, I’m on the rigging crew for yet another comic book movie (I have no idea which character, and quite frankly, as long as the checks clear, I don’t care. I never was much of a comic book reader, but I do like money).
On this movie, we’ve been having some very long days. Normally, rig days are never over 12 hours (and are sometimes 8 or 10 hours) – but Monday was a 16 hour day, Tuesday was a 14 hour day, and today was a 12 hour day (hey, at least the days are getting shorter). We think we’re about ready to go home, and then the shooting crew comes in and all hell breaks loose while we scramble around like crazy for another few hours.
I try to see the cause of the chaos, but I can’t – everyone in every department is competent and doing his or her job well – so I’ve developed a theory:
Just like really big forest fires that generate their own weather patterns, really big movies (and this one’s gotta be at least 100 million dollars), generate their own chaos.
It doesn’t matter how well prepared we are, nor does it matter how fast we work or how much stuff we rig – hell it doesn’t matter how well any department does it’s job, because there’s this vortex over our heads that’s sucking up our good intentions and raining pandemonium down upon our heads.
Part of the fun of coming in after first unit are done (they’re working nights, so when we come in in the morning, they’ve just left), is finding strange things that have been left behind by very, very tired people.
I can honestly say that this is the first time I’ve ever found an abandoned plate of cake in a freezer bag on a set.
Maybe I just think this is funny because I’m so tired.
Maybe I should go to bed.