Sorry this is so late, but I decided sleep was a bit more important than a blog post. So on Wednesday night, I think, our director found out that the apartment was going to be worked on at eight in the morning. This meant we couldn’t shoot our big climax scene in the morning like we originally planned. The clim scene had about… over a hundred different shoots if I remember correctly. This meant scrambling everyone together that night and get it done.
Alex, Tony, and I went through a shoot list in an hour. We were supposed to shoot about 130 something scenes, but by the end of the night we only did 84.
The first few hours of shooting went… smoothly if not under a lot of stress, but I can say that everything was looking pretty good. The crew, even though we didn’t have everyone, had it down pretty well with audio and lighting, but then we got to the sofa scene.
I’m not sure how the actors didn’t just throw their hands in the air and yell at the crew, the director, and the executive director because we were asking a lot out of them considering that they weren’t getting paid and it was close to midnight at this time I think. This was also the point where Tony “shoved” a camera into my hands and told me to go with it while he worried about audio.
The sofa scene looked horrible for some reasons beyond me. I think it was because everyone was tired and there didn’t seem to be an end in sight. It was then we called it a break, I think, I could be getting the order wrong of events at this point.
We went on break and I sat on the balcony as I smoked two cigarettes. It was kind of cold out and I wanted nothing more than to just curl up and sleep. The cigarettes did make me feel better as I tried not to think about how a possible of two weeks worth of work may have been proven useless because of one day.
We went back to work and shoot the scene differently. Sleep deprivation makes everyone a little crazy because Nick started throwing out ideas to tie the whole scene together and it was brilliantly creepy.
I’ll post the movie, or a link to it, on this blog in August. Oh and we got to use fake blood. We didn’t get done filming until five in the morning and I hit the bed as soon as I could. Of course I had to wake up in three hours to work, but I’ve been through worse. Though I feel sorry for anyone who had to work with me.
At five o’ clock we went back to the apartment. Everyone was a bit cranky. No one wanted to be there. Not in the apartment that nearly drove us all insane. I even started snapping at Tony since he kept pushing me and pushing me. Which on a day where I got more than five hours of sleep, it would’ve been much appreciated.
Not so much on three.
We rushed over to go and film the party scene which was me walking through a crowded house party that apparently didn’t have air conditioning. Another cigarette was used in the process before walking in. Sweat made my tank top stick to me like a second layer of skin. Tony trusted me with a shoulder rig and a camera with his 12mm lens and I just wanted to get the scene done. I’m not a big party person in the first place with a lot of people crowding around me and I didn’t sleep much so my nerves were already raw and exposed.
However, this scene was oddly fun. I just knew I could do it. I knew it. I wasn’t worried about screwing up. I was confident.
Or loopy from lack of sleep, the jury is still out on that.
We got it done and I wanted nothing more than to sleep, but I felt content beneath the new bruises forming and a nice scab forming over where Nick accidentally stabbed me with a machete on my leg (I didn’t notice it until later).
I kept thinking, “Oh this happened yesterday.”
Nope, it happened THAT MORNING.
But I don’t… I’m so excited and happy. I mean, I know the stuff I got wasn’t amazing. Actually, I know I can do better now and I can’t wait to start on the next project.
On Monday I’ll tell you how editing is going.