Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Wednesday, 17 August 2005

     Who's Lugash you ask?  Well, I will tell you.  In due time.


     So I wrapped up my assistance with the kid’s Kung Fu class, said “good-bye” to everyone, and scampered back home to take off for shooting the first scene of Stone Soup Film’s new project.

     I’m not sure how much I should say about it…but I WILL say that both Grasshopper and Rocky are in this scene.


     Rocky’s playing Lugash, the gypsy guard.  His job is to look menacing.  Grasshopper’s job is to look scared and ooze vulnerability.  They both do a good job.


     Tony was ebullient when we arrived.  Bouncy and effusive as only Tony’s can be, I feared a fearsome crash for him before the evening was out…even if everything went swimmingly.


     We have a make-up artist for the first time ever.  Everybody who was in this scene got professional make-up and boy does it look good!  She also plays the schoolteacher who is trying (unsuccessfully) to protect the children.


     There was some trouble with lighting in the tent, and while we were dinging around with that (growing farther behind the shooting schedule every minute…to Tony’s dismay) a thunderstorm rolled up and ended the shoot.


     Those of us without make-up dashed around, moving some things into the garage, and attempting to re-create the outdoor set inside the garage.  Not easy, as you can’t stake a tent in concrete.  We ended up using concrete blocks to hold the stake-loops down.


     I am not of much use in this scene.  I am the fight choreographer, but I have already created the action for this scene, and rehearsed it to death with the actors involved.  I’m supposed to watch for safety hazards (like placement of concrete blocks on the set, for instance).  I spent my time thinking up stuff like “Hey, shouldn’t we have straws so the actors can stay hydrated without messing up their make-up?”


     I also helped carry the tent into the garage, which was interesting, as I was shorter than the person on the other end…so I got all the ice-cold run-off…which soaked my pants.  I was laughingly referred to as “wet-crotch woman” for the next hour or so.  It’s OK, though because I crave attention, even if it’s negative.


     I stood around in my wet pants and held the tent up while the problem of how to keep it up was worked out and the solution executed.  Making movies is not for people who deal poorly with glamour.


     Otherwise, I made many smart-assed comments and ate pizza and trail mix.


     Tony was indeed somewhat crashed by the end of the evening, but making every effort to see the positive side of it.  I imagine he will be his usual animated self by tonight, when we make a second run at it…this time inside the garage.


     The plus side of the thunderstorm fiasco are:


1)      We got in a little more rehearsal.

2)      We got the bugs worked out of the costuming.

3)      We know the make-up is FABULOUS.

4)      The actors get a little more time to brush up on their phonetically-learned Serbian lines.

5)      We can start earlier in the day today, making use of the artificial night of the garage rather than waiting for natural nightfall.

Wednesday, 17 August 2005 10:16:03 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
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