Production

So I was working grip and electric on the set of my old sound TA's thesis film over the weekend and it was so delightful, because all's I got to worry about is running up and down ladders and gelling lights and setting C-stands and not pinching my fingers. And then when that's done, I can kind of just hang around. Is the script bad? I dunno. Is the acting fake? Not my problem. Is lunch too expensive? Hey, no worries here. There's a lot to be said to be said for having a mostly fun menial job on a film set. Especially on a stage. You can eat lots of craft services, shoot the shit and check your email.

Except that in moving a ladder on Monday morning, a barn door fell off a light and landed on my head from about 7 or 8 feet up. This hurt a lot. I cried. My inability to not cry made me cry even more. But you'll be proud of me; I didn't sob, I just couldn't stop all the water coming out of my eyes. Luckily, I had just put my hair up and the thing hit me right on a dollop of hair, so damage was minimized. I had a small cut but it didn't bleed. Though, as the 2nd AD so nicely pointed out, I could still get a staph infection. I felt peculiar for a little while, though that was more likely from having a bag of ice on my head.

I stuck around, though, which was good because in the afternoon they were shooting a scene porno-style and it was horrifying/mesmerizing. People were covered in baby oil and the way the wardrobe and makeup people conspired on the actress's boobs was shocking. My job was to help set up a shitty-looking lighting set-up and then operate a lighting cue gag really shoddily.

And we had Thai food for lunch. Hooray!