She was on set today. She's been in the industry so long that everyone's got some opinion of her. I met her once at The Whiskey, back when it was painted black. If you're a slacker dork like me, your only shot at copping a feel with the quintessential Callifornia girl probably is the mosh pit. She laughed and slammed back into me. We goofed for the ( Read more... )

Mondays at the studio are usually more peppy than this.

Rebel the grip took credit for the lifesized skeleton prop in the directors chair. Someone had spray painted RIP in gray on plywood and leaned it against the balcony set. Yeah, the overnights were out ( Read more... )

It's like holding up a mirror in front of another mirror. The images are ad infinitum. Hollywood's narcissism is never more conspicuous than when it gazes into its own reflection ( Read more... )

I've lasted a week at the Studio. I won my bet with Myron - I call him the 'sparks guy' on account he gaffs with fearless bravado. Myron calls me Spike, but that's another story.

It took me all day to convince him I was still employed. By 5 o'clock, Myron handed me the coveted Rosco #07 Yellow and plusgreen gel from Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini ( Read more... )

Slacker that I am, I crawled out of the townhome mid-afternoon and walked down the boulevard to the Manhattan Beach pier. I had spent the morning with The Transporter and had watched the making of the oil-drenched fight scene - now working out the sequences in my head. My arm would occasionally fly out or I'd duck. Some Grandma, coming back from ( Read more... )

It's No Talent day - the Friday after Thanksgiving. Never has there been a better moniker. The actors were sleeping in. Crew and staff were goofing off, good-naturedly squandering their time-and-a-half. Put another way, you have your stripper, your cake and your dubious humor at the expense of a certain recovering actor once associated with this ( Read more... )

I had pasta brain and excused myself for a walk. Dad excused himself to the bar. The cook cleaned up. My life is so The Waltons ( Read more... )

The studio is dark today. I sleep in, then head to my dad's for free chow. He's lived just outside Bronson Canyon my whole life. I spent my eternal boyhood walking through that canyon - what amounts to a 1950's backlot: Sam Peckinpah's Ride the High Country. Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I Married a Monster from Outer Space. But for me, the ( Read more... )

To Do List

Drive re-writes to three guest stars - in the Valley

Get the prop guy a bucket of gravel

Stand stock still on the set for 20 min. so the DP can work out his creative demons

Buy more binder clips at Target - I knew that was coming

...And I'm one day closer to my future.

The girl at the deli across from the studio wanted to know if I dyed my hair. I think it was a ploy because her next question was about Actor X's sexual orientation. This is just great. Now I have to drive off the lot to get the producers lunch. Smoked turkey on sourdough - no need to thank me.