I've been shooting a film for a week or so. The experience has been completely miserable, with little communication, and some major issues.
Well, last night was no different.
I showed up on time. No one was there, except the director. The call was for six, and no one...not the actors, not the crew, not the make up people were there. This did not bode well, especially considering that I had told them that my absolute cut off point - the point at which I must be wrapped and walking out the door - was 10PM.
Everyone finally arrived an hour late, and I was supposed to start my 2 hour makeup job. Except that my costume wasn't there. This make up is such that I need to be wearing the costume shirt, as it won't go over my head after the make up is done. The shirt...was in Mississauga. So, someone goes to get it, and I wait more.
When makeup finally begins, the adhesive won't stick. So they have to keep putting on more. The mask covers one eye, so I can only see out of my right eye. But when the make up is finally adhered, the right eye of the mask is drooping so my vision is limited through that eye.
Finally I shoot my first shot. I'm chasing two guys. Fine. I can barely see, but I figure that if I can manage to not trip, I'm doing well. I do not trip.
Then they spring a fight scene on me. I remind them that I am nearly blind. The director says, I'm sure you'll be fine. I keep telling them that I do not feel safe. They say they will find the safest thing for me to do. I am doubtful, but it sounds innocuous. In a series of short shots, I attack one actor, and he "punches" me. Now a punch for film does not connect. Because the camera lacks depth of field, the punch can pass quite a difference in front of the target, and if the reaction is timed well, it looks like it connected.
These are the instructions given to the actor. And I'm confident that it will go well. We shoot the bit. All the sections go fine considering that I can barely see. And then we get to the scene with the punch. The director says "action"...
And the guy punches me. In the jaw.
I say "fuck".
I say "dude, you're not supposed to actually hit me".
The director says "that looked really real".
I say "that's because he really hit me".
I say "I'm done. get me out of this".
Now I'm not saying he hit me really hard. But when you aren't expecting to be hit, its a shock to actually hit. And he hit me hard enough that I can still feel it. And the strenght of the hit is not the point. The point is...that if he'd hit me the wrong way, he could have dislocated my jaw.
Anyway, I go upstairs. And I look at the clock. Its 11:30.
So much for promises.
I finally get home, and whine to
redwordslinger, who is very kind to me and listens to my pathetic whining, and then I go to sleep.
I'm done with this fiasco of a film.