More fiction from the not so litterate BooBoo
It started when my agent called with a "prime job offer". He's well meaning but sometimes lacking in the fundamental understanding that I like at least some comforts of home when shooting. The job sounded intriguing, paid well and meant working with some of the folks I usually end up doing these low budget films with. What he failed to tell me was that I would be "shooting on location", in south Central America, where you are lucky to have refrigeration, and the power drops out two or three times a day, some times for a few hours. However I look at it, it wasn't a job I would have taken if he hadn't conveniently failed to let me know just where we would be shooting.
I have to admit, though, shooting at a waterfall 150 feet above a pool of otherwise undisturbed water was awesome, at least until the rain started. And lucky me, I got to stand there soaked all afternoon while they covered everyone up, including the cameras and continued to run cut after cut until they "got it right".
It felt like everything was going wrong. First my partner, another veteran actor, meaning someone who hasn't done anything in over twenty years, forgot his lines. Then the camera lens got specked with a splash of mud, then the director failed to mention that he wanted me facing camera two... it went down from there.
In the end, we got all the shots they wanted, just as the sun went down and the sky was clearing. And that's how I ended up coming home with the power out and no way to warm up other than changing into another set of clothes and wrapping up in a blanket. Thank goodness I had one of the cooks pass me a can of Sterno and a small grill so I could at least warm up a pot of tea to warm my hands and give me a little comfort while I waited for them to figure out they blew another transformer or whatever caused this latest outage.
I have to admit, though, shooting at a waterfall 150 feet above a pool of otherwise undisturbed water was awesome, at least until the rain started. And lucky me, I got to stand there soaked all afternoon while they covered everyone up, including the cameras and continued to run cut after cut until they "got it right".
It felt like everything was going wrong. First my partner, another veteran actor, meaning someone who hasn't done anything in over twenty years, forgot his lines. Then the camera lens got specked with a splash of mud, then the director failed to mention that he wanted me facing camera two... it went down from there.
In the end, we got all the shots they wanted, just as the sun went down and the sky was clearing. And that's how I ended up coming home with the power out and no way to warm up other than changing into another set of clothes and wrapping up in a blanket. Thank goodness I had one of the cooks pass me a can of Sterno and a small grill so I could at least warm up a pot of tea to warm my hands and give me a little comfort while I waited for them to figure out they blew another transformer or whatever caused this latest outage.