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ceebeegeeI had a shoot--I was shooting a faux-commercial for a director's reel. The "commercial" featured me and a guy having a fight, me walking out, and the guy gets me a card. It's all supposed to be sentimental and whatnot, and then when I open it, there's a big middle finger with a nasty comment on the inside.
The director was very cool and really had his shit together. He sent Damian (the guy) and me this very detailed email about what to bring, which train to catch, etc. I was scheduled for slightly later so I took the 1:14 train (after creeping down 7th Avenue because all the traffic had been displaced because of yet another protest--and coming very close to missing the train). I was really upset about almost missing it--I was shaking on the train--so I listened to some sweet Ragtime on my Walkman and the savage breast was soothed. It's amazing how music can affect your emotions so immediately. It was lovely. I was listening to my new favorite song from that show, "'Til We Reach That Day." I love the clever use of meter in it, and how thunderingly the chorus comes in on the 1 with "A day of peace." Just beautiful.
Anyway. I got to New Brunswick a little after 2:00 and Mark (director) picked me up and bought me lunch. The fight scene was the most fun to shoot. It was no-synch so we improvised the fight, and it took us a little while to sketch out a fight. I was thinking out loud and I said "you've...been exchanging emails with your ex...and you had lunch with her..." and Mark added "And she sent you a naked picture of her..." We went back and forth with this but realized eventually we needed a punch line that would prompt my slamming out of the door. Damian blurted out "You're just pissed that I fucked her!" which, in retrospect, is hilarious. Well, now that you mention it, yes, I am pissed about that, as outrageous as it seems. I'm weirdly sensitive that way.
He left after that, and we shot the last part, where I open the card. We did this at a friend of Mark's apartment, a couple that had a 10-month old Boston terrier that was babygated into the kitchen. This. Dog. Was. Adorable. All jumpy and licky and whimpery and just. So. Damn. Cute. Oh my God. At one point they let it out to run around and they used one of those red laser pointers to drive it NUTS. The dog was flying all over the apartment trying to get the laser dot. It literally went flying into the pillows on the coach as it chased this thing. Kisses! Kisses for the sweet pupster!
God, I would love to have a dog. And another cat.
We wrapped around 6:00 and I took the train home. Mark says he'll have it edited in about two weeks so I'm looking forward to it.
The director was very cool and really had his shit together. He sent Damian (the guy) and me this very detailed email about what to bring, which train to catch, etc. I was scheduled for slightly later so I took the 1:14 train (after creeping down 7th Avenue because all the traffic had been displaced because of yet another protest--and coming very close to missing the train). I was really upset about almost missing it--I was shaking on the train--so I listened to some sweet Ragtime on my Walkman and the savage breast was soothed. It's amazing how music can affect your emotions so immediately. It was lovely. I was listening to my new favorite song from that show, "'Til We Reach That Day." I love the clever use of meter in it, and how thunderingly the chorus comes in on the 1 with "A day of peace." Just beautiful.
Anyway. I got to New Brunswick a little after 2:00 and Mark (director) picked me up and bought me lunch. The fight scene was the most fun to shoot. It was no-synch so we improvised the fight, and it took us a little while to sketch out a fight. I was thinking out loud and I said "you've...been exchanging emails with your ex...and you had lunch with her..." and Mark added "And she sent you a naked picture of her..." We went back and forth with this but realized eventually we needed a punch line that would prompt my slamming out of the door. Damian blurted out "You're just pissed that I fucked her!" which, in retrospect, is hilarious. Well, now that you mention it, yes, I am pissed about that, as outrageous as it seems. I'm weirdly sensitive that way.
He left after that, and we shot the last part, where I open the card. We did this at a friend of Mark's apartment, a couple that had a 10-month old Boston terrier that was babygated into the kitchen. This. Dog. Was. Adorable. All jumpy and licky and whimpery and just. So. Damn. Cute. Oh my God. At one point they let it out to run around and they used one of those red laser pointers to drive it NUTS. The dog was flying all over the apartment trying to get the laser dot. It literally went flying into the pillows on the coach as it chased this thing. Kisses! Kisses for the sweet pupster!
God, I would love to have a dog. And another cat.
We wrapped around 6:00 and I took the train home. Mark says he'll have it edited in about two weeks so I'm looking forward to it.
