stop whispering, start shouting!
Aug. 14th, 2003 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlMy weekend was actually really really hard. I spent the whole time on the movie set (or doing something for the movie). And all this shit happened!
Ok, let's see:
Tuesday I went to the set to be a zombie and maybe help out. The makeup guy ran out of makeup (after a week and a half of drama, where the producer kept asking him over and over if he had makeup, and had called the night before saying "we're going to have 30 zombies, do you have enough makeup?" and he said yes, he only had makeup for !!!3!!! zombies!!), and LEFT THE SET without telling the director or the producer or anything. Just walked out.
So I spent the day (along with some other people) making people into zombies (well, after the producer got back with more makeup). WHILE I was still in makeup, after being in my shot (I get hit with a rock). It was hot and I ended up feeling really crappy since my skin couldn't breathe and I was wearing pants and everything, so I had to wash myself up. Afterwards, I felt better, but that's when all the drama happened!
So I was expecting a call from that company in Vancouver about that job, so I checked messages around 6, and they didn't call, and that disappointed me, but I just had to keep going. There's this really disturbing scene where this guy has sex with a zombie girl (like rape), and it was a closed set, but because I was her make-up girl, she wanted me to stay. Well, we do the first take, and everybody is really disturbed because it's a horrifying scene, right? Well, not disturbed enough, because I go to fix her makeup and she says to me "I've been through this before."
Oh GREAT. She's been raped and NOONE KNEW. Not the male actor. Not the director. Not the producer. So me and this friend of hers tried to run interference and tell people who needed to be told and she wanted to go on and we did, we went on, and it was pretty freaky, right? And after we were done, and once we were onto the scene where she killed the guy, I just started feeling really emotionally upset, so I had to leave. I found Andrew and started crying and it turned out that I was really upset and afraid about the job thing, and I cried and cried and he said sweet things and it was all good, but I was a wreck.
Wednesday morning we got up at 5am (actually I woke up at 4:30 and had a LONG shower to get fake blood and makeup off me) and made apple-oatmeal pancakes and bacon for everyone staying next door (our neighbours are the director and producer, and the guy who's doing the filming, and two other crew are staying there), and then went back to bed for 4 hours while they did some filming, and then I called the woman from the company, and she said she'd been really busy this week, and meant to call to schedule another interview with me, and so we made a plan for her to call me at 10:30 my time on Monday morning for a !!!3rd!!! interview!
Which actually was fantastically better than I'd worried about. I was really frightened that we were done. But I couldn't handle the not setting up of everything, so I reserved the Uhaul. Only $991 USD from here to Vancouver! Better than their online prices. I figured, it really is the end of the line for us, so if I don't get the job, our back up plan is in Vancouver too, so the chances at this point that we're moving to Ontario are pretty slim. (Although today I found two job postings for Ontario, that I'm going to apply to on Monday afternoon if I feel the Monday morning interview went poorly)
That afternoon we went back on set to do more makeup for zombies for the last day of scene shooting. I was a bitch, and maybe I'll talk about it later, but even though the chances are good that no-one noticed it, I regressed about 10 years and was childish and immature based on jealousy issues and wanting to be special. Bullshit. Absolute horridness. I'm embarrased, but I guess the only thing I can do it keep trying to be better than that, to keep improving, and to resolve never to do that again.
But anyway.
The drama that happened there:
One girl that was going to be a zombie was a sweet girl (named Lisa, oddly enough) with brain damage. (She was in a car accident 10 months ago, although I didn't know that at the time, I thought she was born that way) I made her up, she looked good, and then later I had to do touch ups (it was hot, she had sweated). I had finished the touch ups, and the last thing I had to do was get her to drink a bit of fake blood and drool it out (to give her that authentic action zombie look), and she leaned towards me to drink from the cup... and kept leaning... and kept leaning... and fell towards me... and I had makeup in one hand, and fake blood in the other, and I tried to catch her with my body, so instead of falling forward, she fell sideways.
BOOM.
And started having a seizure.
No-one else was around. I had fake blood all over my hands, and I yelled for help. I thought maybe it was common for her (we also had an epileptic on set, he hadn't had seizures but he'd warned us), but I didn't know how to help her, so I yelled.
No-one came.
NO ONE CAME.
NO ONE CAME.
It was horrible. It was awful.
It was maybe 1 minute.
I kept yelling. Someone came.
They got her up and talking, and she even giggled, I heard her giggle...
But then she started to seize again. And again. And again.
Her father just happened to be visiting the set. He grabbed her, two other guys grabbed her, her friend called 911, they ran her to her dad's van and drove her to the hospital.
It's the first time she's had seizures since the accident. She's in the hospital now, she'll be getting a series of tests, but she's at least not constantly seizing. She can talk, she's better. They just don't know what caused it.
And I cried. Oh how I cried. It was so horrible. I couldn't catch her. She fell and I didn't catch her!! I tried but I failed. And then, when no-one came... I felt so ineffectual, and so worried about her, and it was so frightening... I cried hard. And I felt like a total dork for crying, too.
Andrew came running to see if I was ok. Someone had yelled "something happened to Lisa!" and he came running, and saw me crying, with blood all over my hands... he said he thought something horrible had happened to me. My doll.
That night there was more shooting to be done, with Andrew in it, and I just rested at home for a little while and then went to bed early. I feel like crap today, though, my body is all wonky and my head is bleh. I'd like to sleep more. A LOT more. And poor Andrew got FAR less sleep than I. He came to bed at 2, and woke up at 7, and has to bike to someone's house to work on the roof of her shed...
This morning I took the bus to work and as I was listening to Radiohead on my discman, I watched a man in a wheelchair get put on the bus in slow motion, then turned my head to watch a drill team practice on school grounds. It felt like a music video.
Sometimes, my life feels so surreal. Whatever happened to 2.5 kids, a house, 2 cars, and watching tv every night?
Ok, let's see:
Tuesday I went to the set to be a zombie and maybe help out. The makeup guy ran out of makeup (after a week and a half of drama, where the producer kept asking him over and over if he had makeup, and had called the night before saying "we're going to have 30 zombies, do you have enough makeup?" and he said yes, he only had makeup for !!!3!!! zombies!!), and LEFT THE SET without telling the director or the producer or anything. Just walked out.
So I spent the day (along with some other people) making people into zombies (well, after the producer got back with more makeup). WHILE I was still in makeup, after being in my shot (I get hit with a rock). It was hot and I ended up feeling really crappy since my skin couldn't breathe and I was wearing pants and everything, so I had to wash myself up. Afterwards, I felt better, but that's when all the drama happened!
So I was expecting a call from that company in Vancouver about that job, so I checked messages around 6, and they didn't call, and that disappointed me, but I just had to keep going. There's this really disturbing scene where this guy has sex with a zombie girl (like rape), and it was a closed set, but because I was her make-up girl, she wanted me to stay. Well, we do the first take, and everybody is really disturbed because it's a horrifying scene, right? Well, not disturbed enough, because I go to fix her makeup and she says to me "I've been through this before."
Oh GREAT. She's been raped and NOONE KNEW. Not the male actor. Not the director. Not the producer. So me and this friend of hers tried to run interference and tell people who needed to be told and she wanted to go on and we did, we went on, and it was pretty freaky, right? And after we were done, and once we were onto the scene where she killed the guy, I just started feeling really emotionally upset, so I had to leave. I found Andrew and started crying and it turned out that I was really upset and afraid about the job thing, and I cried and cried and he said sweet things and it was all good, but I was a wreck.
Wednesday morning we got up at 5am (actually I woke up at 4:30 and had a LONG shower to get fake blood and makeup off me) and made apple-oatmeal pancakes and bacon for everyone staying next door (our neighbours are the director and producer, and the guy who's doing the filming, and two other crew are staying there), and then went back to bed for 4 hours while they did some filming, and then I called the woman from the company, and she said she'd been really busy this week, and meant to call to schedule another interview with me, and so we made a plan for her to call me at 10:30 my time on Monday morning for a !!!3rd!!! interview!
Which actually was fantastically better than I'd worried about. I was really frightened that we were done. But I couldn't handle the not setting up of everything, so I reserved the Uhaul. Only $991 USD from here to Vancouver! Better than their online prices. I figured, it really is the end of the line for us, so if I don't get the job, our back up plan is in Vancouver too, so the chances at this point that we're moving to Ontario are pretty slim. (Although today I found two job postings for Ontario, that I'm going to apply to on Monday afternoon if I feel the Monday morning interview went poorly)
That afternoon we went back on set to do more makeup for zombies for the last day of scene shooting. I was a bitch, and maybe I'll talk about it later, but even though the chances are good that no-one noticed it, I regressed about 10 years and was childish and immature based on jealousy issues and wanting to be special. Bullshit. Absolute horridness. I'm embarrased, but I guess the only thing I can do it keep trying to be better than that, to keep improving, and to resolve never to do that again.
But anyway.
The drama that happened there:
One girl that was going to be a zombie was a sweet girl (named Lisa, oddly enough) with brain damage. (She was in a car accident 10 months ago, although I didn't know that at the time, I thought she was born that way) I made her up, she looked good, and then later I had to do touch ups (it was hot, she had sweated). I had finished the touch ups, and the last thing I had to do was get her to drink a bit of fake blood and drool it out (to give her that authentic action zombie look), and she leaned towards me to drink from the cup... and kept leaning... and kept leaning... and fell towards me... and I had makeup in one hand, and fake blood in the other, and I tried to catch her with my body, so instead of falling forward, she fell sideways.
BOOM.
And started having a seizure.
No-one else was around. I had fake blood all over my hands, and I yelled for help. I thought maybe it was common for her (we also had an epileptic on set, he hadn't had seizures but he'd warned us), but I didn't know how to help her, so I yelled.
No-one came.
NO ONE CAME.
NO ONE CAME.
It was horrible. It was awful.
It was maybe 1 minute.
I kept yelling. Someone came.
They got her up and talking, and she even giggled, I heard her giggle...
But then she started to seize again. And again. And again.
Her father just happened to be visiting the set. He grabbed her, two other guys grabbed her, her friend called 911, they ran her to her dad's van and drove her to the hospital.
It's the first time she's had seizures since the accident. She's in the hospital now, she'll be getting a series of tests, but she's at least not constantly seizing. She can talk, she's better. They just don't know what caused it.
And I cried. Oh how I cried. It was so horrible. I couldn't catch her. She fell and I didn't catch her!! I tried but I failed. And then, when no-one came... I felt so ineffectual, and so worried about her, and it was so frightening... I cried hard. And I felt like a total dork for crying, too.
Andrew came running to see if I was ok. Someone had yelled "something happened to Lisa!" and he came running, and saw me crying, with blood all over my hands... he said he thought something horrible had happened to me. My doll.
That night there was more shooting to be done, with Andrew in it, and I just rested at home for a little while and then went to bed early. I feel like crap today, though, my body is all wonky and my head is bleh. I'd like to sleep more. A LOT more. And poor Andrew got FAR less sleep than I. He came to bed at 2, and woke up at 7, and has to bike to someone's house to work on the roof of her shed...
This morning I took the bus to work and as I was listening to Radiohead on my discman, I watched a man in a wheelchair get put on the bus in slow motion, then turned my head to watch a drill team practice on school grounds. It felt like a music video.
Sometimes, my life feels so surreal. Whatever happened to 2.5 kids, a house, 2 cars, and watching tv every night?
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Date: 2003-08-14 10:48 am (UTC)Don't blame yourself for letting the girl fall, it wasn't your fault and you did the best that you could. I try to imagine the scene in my head, with all the fake blood and makeup, and it sounds really scary. And it wasn't even in the movie!
You're just stressed, everything will be ok. You have so many backup plans that nothing can go wrong.. only right. Stop worrying :)
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Date: 2003-08-14 12:34 pm (UTC)I wasn't sure what to note, because I didn't want to cheapen this, but when you said "You have so many backup plans that nothing can go wrong.. only right." it REALLY made me feel better. You have a talent for saying the right thing. :)
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Date: 2003-08-14 11:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-08-14 12:33 pm (UTC)But I do want a child, and a house, although we want those while we open our own organic cafe/coffee house, and we still want to travel...