The Call Sheet

I'm not gonna bag on the extras but I am gonna say that I renamed them. I changed one guy's name to Chris, another gal's to Joy, a Ladybell and a very sweet lady, Bonkers. But we didn't call her that to her face. Every time we had a wardrobe change they all seemed to coordinate a strange color scheme. Once it was monochromatic brown, once it was bright colored shirt day and once it was all zebras and black. But they remembered their cues better than me. I also told Marty to stop calling the extras “Atmosphere” and to call them background artists. They were troopers.


One of our makeup artists fell over with the plague and had to go home so everything was on Kim's shoulders but she held up just fine.


Sascha ran around the set getting in everyone's way saying spiritual things about how everything is about ryhthm and once today I took my brain out and I licked it and put it back in.

After the nine page scene day everyone was expecting too much. Morgan said we’d wrap the office by noon and we were out at seven. That’s what happens after a nine page day… a nine page day…. a nine page day!

We had a screamingly funny scene today with Scott Ford where he played a slimy, recently separated wannabe on the prowl. I told him it was so horrible it was wonderful.

I had another idea for a shot that hadn’t been originally planned. Once again Sascha threw his hands up but Morgan got it done. The word was, “there she goes – looking for the million dollar shot again” and, of course, it was another million dollar shot.

Julia was given a pair of Toms through wardrobe connections and forced us all to sign them kneeling at her feet. She even had Carlos, the resident Teamster, kneeling at her foot. The grip guys started a trend – they said it was no fun unless they were signing it kneeling at her feet. I was tempted to slap a few of them.

Tomorrow… Romance scene in the park, booty girls in the street dancing to the artichoke song, and stepping in dog poo. (We have a dog poo wrangler on tomorrow. Last time the dog poo was overcooked and hard as a rock and made cling clink sounds when Julia tried to scrape it off her shoe in the shot by the hose. Oh, the other thing we’re gonna do is cue Louie Garcia up for running the perimeter when Marcus leaves the house.

Until tomorrow.