F*cking lens caps…
But in reality, if that was my biggest problem and the only big problem we faced yesterday then I can’t complain that much. It’s a tiny piece of plastic and the shots yesterday… oh magic, magic, magic. And I started doing something that I should’ve done from the beginning.
Mimic Tony when I’m not doing something. I’m not sure why I didn’t think of this early, but I just started that today and it turned out well. I think that was the biggest lesson I learned on the sixth day.
Everything went oddly smooth considering that we, the cast and crew, had a few days off. I thought it would throw everything off, but it didn’t. We had a few bumpy starts, but nothing too major if I remember correctly.
Dad came in and naturally delivered his lines according to everyone there.
“My dad’s a badass!” Nick said as I scrunched down in the back, getting audio.
Half the time I’m used for scenes because of the fact I’m small. It’s the only reason everyone tolerates me (I kid, I kid).
Everything turned out well and we may have done some questionable driving on a country road. Oh and apparently the actors and actresses talked about how good looking my dad was. Of course, my dad didn’t look like he lived in Missouri with his tattoos and shaved head.
Dad insisted on showing everyone pictures of me when I was a kid. Tony and Alex got a real kick out of it after shooting.
It was perfect. Oh sure, we almost lost a lens cap, but we found it today hiding in someone else’s car. Oh yeah, I may have nearly banged my head against a wall to find that damn thing, but we found it.
Today was a bit rougher around the edges. I learned the valuable lesson of replaying your film after shooting a scene. I also learned to pay attention.
The audio messed up again. It’s something we can fix, but it’s something that I’m not going to mess up again. The problem was that Tony’s camera, which was the one I was using, was synced up to using the boom mic and we were using a stereo mic. It didn’t capture, but visually the scene looks better.
I climbed in a tree to get an aerial shoot. It looks pretty cool and I’m excited, like always.
Later this evening, we did a few quick scenes in one of Columbia’s cemeteries.
(This is a big deal since cemeteries aren’t all that keen on letting people film there. “It involves strippers and casinos,” Tony tells me whenever I ask how he pulls off certain tricks.)
I wasn’t thinking and was more focused on getting a good shot. I wasn’t thinking that I was in a cemetery where people came to mourn the dead and wasn’t acting all that… respectful. I didn’t let the scene play out naturally. Which makes sense. When people are in a cemetery a certain feeling of respect and reverence comes with being around the dead.
I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t programed with that sort of thoughts on cemeteries. To be fair, my family is the sort of type to joke about death. (My sister and I always “swear on mom” when we’re making a promise to each other and we joke that if we break said promise that our mother will come out of the grave).
So I learned to replay film as often as possible and to be aware where I am. I think I was more embarrassed then upset at myself about the cemetery scene.
Tomorrow is going to be interesting, but our tough day will be on Thursday.