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.