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Sunday, February 15, 2009

An Action-Packed Day

As you know from previous posts, Wednesday was my second day shooting on [redacted]. It promised all kinds of intrigue. Gunshots! Dust storms! Lightning shooting from my arm! Craft services!

The day began for me at 8:30am, when I got in the Prius and, after a pit stop at Intelligentsia, commenced the nearly hour-long drive out to Polsa Rosa Ranch, a 700+ acre site near Acton, CA. The ranch is basically wild terrain that has been dedicated to shooting movies, commercials and TV shows. They have gullies, tableaus, dry riverbeds, a water tank, an airport, etc., etc.. Pretty cool stuff.

When I first arrived, I thought I was on the set for The Sound of Music. This isn't a great picture, but it gives you an idea:

There was snow on the distant mountains, and apparently on the ground at our location as recently as yesterday. One of the wardrobe people told me they'd had to find over 100 vintage coats in the last 24 hours in case the snow didn't melt.

I was pretty amazed at what a TV studio can do when it puts its mind to it. They had basically built a small compound, complete with electricity (supplied by enormous generators) and running water, on top of a vast desert plateau several miles from the nearest civilization. Everything was set to look like the 1960s. Again, I'm being careful about not putting too much info out there, but here are a couple of cool buses that look like they could have been in a movie about the civil-rights movement:

There were, I'd guess, between 150-200 people on set: maybe 60-70 background actors, all in period clothing, plus 5 principals. And the crew: stuntmen, body doubles and stand-ins, gaffers, camera and sound, wardrobe, makeup, props, set and art directors, the show's producers, FX guys, safety consultants, caterers, etc. etc. A HUGE conglomeration of people on a chilly, muddy mesa in the middle of nowhere.

The morning and afternoon were mostly establishment shots of myself and my family arriving at the compound and being introduced to our hosts. Looking around and seeing everything vintage was a real treat. The costumes and hair design were fantastic. We did several takes from various different angles (including a few crane shots) and dodged the ominous weather on the horizon. We had one or two moments of sprinkly rain, but mostly the sun was shining.

I had always wondered how film crews dealt with making marks for actors to hit on rough terrain. You can't really put down tape. Turns out they use multi-colored beanbags:

... which look vaguely religious.

We broke for lunch at 4:30, so a loooong "morning", but a productive one. I grabbed some lunch along with the other 150 people....

... and a quick lie-down, although it was too noisy to get any sleep.

The day had been relatively comfortable temperature-wise (especially when the sun was out), but the night was another story. As the sun set, the wind picked up and our mountaintop went from a sunny 58° down to a windy 37° (which felt more like 20°). It was a wet, raw wind, and staying in it without protection for more than a minute or two set your teeth chattering. Plus, because the night shots involved the dust storm, we had artificial breeze to add to the natural one:

There were four or five of these wind machines on the set. Some of the shots had them as close as five feet away from me. Plus the "dust", which was really more like thick smoke. And tumbleweeds! They'd throw a few tumbleweeds rolling through each take. It was totally "Wrath of God" stuff, as Indiana Jones would say. Here's one shot from the video village:

Note the crane camera overhead, and the goggles the producer is wearing.

My night scenes were with my 9-year-old daughter, and she and I were in regular shirts for the scene. So we had people standing around with coats to throw on our shoulders after each take, and whenever there was a pause in the action, we would bolt for one of the set's propane heaters or, if there was enough time, for a dedicated "warming van".

The night scene also involved me hitting a guy with a bolt of lightning from my arm. There were several effects used to create this moment, and I imagine more will be done with CGI later. But the most fascinating part of it was the moment when the guy gets hit: he is driven back by the bolt. This was accomplished with a stuntman in a harness attached to a cable which was suspended from a crane about 70 feet in the air:

During the shot, I'd lift my hand, and then this guy would literally get yanked back about 15-20 feet by the cable. Incredible. He was clearly a pro, and had various moves he did to leave the ground delicately and land safely. There were a few takes shot from a ground camera which showed him in the distant background and then flying through the air into the foreground to practically land on the camera. Awesome.

I also got shot in the scene, which involved having a "squib", or small explosive charge, placed under my shirt. There are bloody squibs and powder squibs, and this was the latter. When it goes off, it rips a hole in the shirt, and leaves a black, burnt void behind the hole. Less gory, more about the bullet's impact. We went though 6 or 7 squib rehearsals and three different squib takes. The sensation was a little odd (in one take, I felt a little powder from the squib hit my chin), but ultimately felt really cool—I mean, who as an actor doesn't relish the chance to be shot onscreen?

I had to wear earplugs because of the squib. And this meant it was nearly impossible to hear the director. We'd get ready to start the scene, and between the earplugs, the natural wind, the manufactured wind, and the fan motors, I couldn't hear damn near anything. At one point the director was yelling "action!" at me through a megaphone from maybe 10 feet behind me and I still couldn't hear him, so he had to send the 1st A.D. running into my eyeline and waving at me to start.

We wrapped around midnight and I was home by 1am. All in all, an amazing day. By the end of it, everyone was frigid and chapped and tired—but we definitely got some magic in the can. The [redacted] crew are clearly having a good time working on an unusual show, and that infectious good cheer permeated every corner of our set. Alas, I know I won't work with them again (barring some other flashback), but the one day was plenty to chew on for a while.

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Saturday, January 03, 2009

Rinse and Repeat.

"Hey, I just overheard you say you moved here from Brooklyn? We just did too."

"Oh my God, there are so many people from Brooklyn here!"


"Where did you live in Brooklyn?"

"Park Slope/Fort Greene/Carroll Gardens!"


"Yup! Us too. And where do you live now?"

"Silver Lake/Los Feliz/Echo Park."


"Us too. Quite an adjustment, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm really not used to the driving/flakiness/sprawl/driving/plastic surgery ads/smog/driving yet. But we love going to Intelligentsia/Pazzo/Gingergrass. And you can't beat the weather/beach/sunsets. Plus, the produce out here is to die for."


"Do you come to this farmer's market every weekend?"

"We like this one a lot, but sometimes we go to the Hollywood/Plummer's Park/Glendale one."


"And what brought you here from Brooklyn?"

"Work."


[ed note: no one says, "I'm an actor" here]

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Friday, December 05, 2008

Rainy Days and Mondays....

Thursday was overcast for most of the day. And it truly felt WEIRD.

I honestly think I experienced a few hours of SAD (seasonal affective disorder). I felt mopey and lethargic, I got kinda pissy over small things, I had no energy whatsoever.

Late in the afternoon, the sun broke through and within minutes, I felt like my whole day had changed.

Have I gotten that soft already?

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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

So Basically, You Never Get The Discount

Blurb on my takeout menu tonight:

"RAINY DAY SPECIAL. Buy one entrée and get the next one of equal or lesser value 50% off. Breakfast and Lunch items only, and it must be a rainy day in L.A., not misty, not potentially going to rain, actually raining on top of us."

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Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Back in (the) Business, and Ain't it Grand?

Let the good times roll.

I landed back in Tinseltown last Saturday, and have spent the week doing some of the basic things in life: Looking for a job. Getting groceries. Reconnecting with my reps. Paying online bills.

Nothing too exciting, just your normal everyday nitty-gritty, except I'm also adjusting: Adjusting to being apart from Jody again (for a while, anyway), to sleeping on friends' couches for a few weeks, to the vast empty skies and endless highways of this unique place.

Oh, and sweating a lot. We're on our fifth day of a staggering heat wave, with temperatures in the 100s. Very non-LA.

It's bittersweet being back here, but we hope it will be good in the long run. More missives once I settle a bit.

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Friday, January 26, 2007

Sunset Over Malibu


I must confess this picture was taken back in December.

I stayed inside the entire day today, fighting off a cold; a cold which feels like it may go DEFCON-5 any minute... (sigh)

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Brrr.

I'm sure the geniuses who recommended radiant ceiling heat to the architects of my apartment building convinced them that it was an incredible leap forward in technology that would warm the building efficiently for years to come.

Hardly.

What actually happens is, you go to bed freezing despite having turned the heat on half an hour beforehand. If you walk around the room during that half hour, your head is warm, but everything below your shoulders is freezing. And then the next morning, you wake up dry-mouthed and roasting like a thanksgiving turkey.

Weirdly enough, this is not unique to my building. From what I've heard, there were a few years in the 70s when everyone in California was doing it.

Bizarre.

Mind you, these overnight temperatures are still not FREEZING!. More like the mid-40s. Cool enough that you want a pair of wooly socks. Or an oversized cat.

__________

Day off.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

The Sun Shines on Interstate 5

...or, as it is called in LA, "The 5."


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Saturday, January 13, 2007

More on the Freezing! Thing

I forgot to include this in the original post.

Try to spot the FREEZING! temperatures in the LA Weather forecast:



C'mon now. Keep looking.....and if you were in Seattle or New York this week, try to stifle your chuckles.

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Angelinos Are P*ssies

I spend a lot of time in LA driving. And since traffic can get bottled up anywhere, the car radio is usually tuned to KFWB News 980 ("you give us 22 minutes, we'll give you the world"....just like 1010 WINS in New York).

Every, I dunno, three seconds or so, the KFWB deejays say "the Big Story™...." and then tell you what the day's Big Story™ is (see how that works?)

And what has the Big Story™ been since, like, last Tuesday?

Not the Bush Iraq speech.

Not the passing of legislation to raise the minimum wage.

Not even Apple's introduction of the iPhone.

Nope. The Big Story™ is that it's going to be FREEZING outside any minute!

You know, freezing. Generally accepted as 32°F or 0°C. The temperature at which water converts to ice. Bundle up so you don't get frostbite. Seeing your breath in the air and having your nose get runny when you step outside. FREEZING!

"Arctic temperatures are arriving tomorrow!" cautions the reporter in the field (not that LA actually has a field). "I feel like an icicle!" squeals a young girl interviewed in the street (or more likely on a sidewalk, since jaywalking tickets are actually quite common here).

Wow, I thought, I screwed up not bringing a down jacket back from New York. And I waited for the onslaught and considered buying an extra fleece or an electric blanket.

By Friday at noon, everyone I met was complaining about the frigid conditions. Bitching about the devastating temperatures. The governor was opening additional warming centers and actually declaring a state of emergency.

But for me, a funny thing happened. I noticed that it seemed kinda like autumn in New York. You know, nice football weather. I couldn't remotely see my breath. It really seemed nice and refreshing, particularly in the sun.

So finally I went online and checked the actual temperature. And it was 55 degrees.

And don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's getting colder at night (last night it got down to 38!), and I hear there's a threat to the local citrus crop.

But still. 55 degrees.

So I put on my shorts and sandals and went for a gorgeous hike on Mount Hollywood, just behind the Griffith Park Observatory. And in the space of an hour and a half, I saw five people. No lie.

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