"Seven Pounds"
I had a minor panic attack.
Today was the shoot for the "secret company" which turned out to be, as rumored, the (potentially) nationwide commercial. I was so excited, I didn't fall asleep until 3:30am last night, which left me just under three hours before i needed to get up to get ready and drive up to the location. I arrived early, loaded up on coffee, didn't go wacko over all of the sugar-licious pastries and candies that were all over the place, and despite the 10 prep and wait time, the two hours of on camera was truly a blast. i don't know how much I am allowed to give away in terms of content considering they didn't officially tell us until we were on set ready with cameras in our faces from all directions. I had a "boyfriend" for the day (1 inch shorter than me, so I certainly didn't buy it, neither did his wife) who came in handy for entertainment. he looked like a mix between Paul Rudd and Mark Ruffalo (SERIOUSLY) and he was decent at improvising, which allowed some good goofing off on screen and off.
After it all, the director finally yelled the magic words, "thats a wrap" and AAAHHH everyone breathed a bit easier. I went outside for a victory smoke (yes, I allowed myself ONE and only, no post cravings or withdrawls thank you very much)and during that 15 min break, I was hit on by an alarmingly tall englishman, who had a problem with leaning too close. i mean, awkward close. My personal boundries weren't even an issue, it was just that he was leaning in to whisper, but he wasn't wispering. It was odd. i put him into a taxi with his friends, and off he went.
Because parking was comped for the rest of the night, I walked up to a few clubs to say hi to my friends who work on weekends, and since it was only about 8pm, no one was there.. I drove home, just excited to get into bed, and I was that I had rented Seven pounds..
Oh man. this movie. I was BAWling my eyes out. the last 30 minutes, i was gone. Now I'm dealing with the puffy eyes.
I gotta get some sleep.
Today was the shoot for the "secret company" which turned out to be, as rumored, the (potentially) nationwide commercial. I was so excited, I didn't fall asleep until 3:30am last night, which left me just under three hours before i needed to get up to get ready and drive up to the location. I arrived early, loaded up on coffee, didn't go wacko over all of the sugar-licious pastries and candies that were all over the place, and despite the 10 prep and wait time, the two hours of on camera was truly a blast. i don't know how much I am allowed to give away in terms of content considering they didn't officially tell us until we were on set ready with cameras in our faces from all directions. I had a "boyfriend" for the day (1 inch shorter than me, so I certainly didn't buy it, neither did his wife) who came in handy for entertainment. he looked like a mix between Paul Rudd and Mark Ruffalo (SERIOUSLY) and he was decent at improvising, which allowed some good goofing off on screen and off.
After it all, the director finally yelled the magic words, "thats a wrap" and AAAHHH everyone breathed a bit easier. I went outside for a victory smoke (yes, I allowed myself ONE and only, no post cravings or withdrawls thank you very much)and during that 15 min break, I was hit on by an alarmingly tall englishman, who had a problem with leaning too close. i mean, awkward close. My personal boundries weren't even an issue, it was just that he was leaning in to whisper, but he wasn't wispering. It was odd. i put him into a taxi with his friends, and off he went.
Because parking was comped for the rest of the night, I walked up to a few clubs to say hi to my friends who work on weekends, and since it was only about 8pm, no one was there.. I drove home, just excited to get into bed, and I was that I had rented Seven pounds..
Oh man. this movie. I was BAWling my eyes out. the last 30 minutes, i was gone. Now I'm dealing with the puffy eyes.
I gotta get some sleep.