I was unaware you could fit this much into 48 hours
My back hurts a lot. This is why.
The filming of our movie for the 48 hour film fest went as well as could be expected. We actually wrapped early, which is impressive. I have no idea what the name of the film is called, nor do I really even know what its about, mainly due to the near constant state of flux the script was in. All it takes is someone mentioning they own a tuba and the whole thing gets rewritten.
We got to film in a hospital, which was neat. We were in the training wing of the Lower Hutt hospital, which is about a twenty minute drive outside of Wellington. The training wing was broken into two sections. The functional and only partially creepy side, and the abandoned and petrifying side. I'll explain each.
The functional and only partially creepy side was where the actual filming took place. Its also the place where doctors in training go to practice their trade without a high chance of killing someone. Its a long hallway complete with reception desk and two lecture rooms. There are two complete bathrooms, equipped with showers and everything. Three storage rooms, six "patient" rooms which pretty much just have empty beds and fake valves in them, and two body rooms. These rooms have a fair number of beds in each of them, and each bed has at least one fake body in them. Some had partial bodies which I can only assume are trauma victims, and one bed had five babies in it. Each body has this weird vacant stare on their faces and their mouth are slightly open. You can see the organs on some of them. In one room it appeared that a lung had fallen out and rolled under a bed. All this wouldn't have been so bad had the lights been on, but since they were off I kept expecting these faux corpses to sit up and try to feast on my flesh.
The abandoned a petrifying side was another matter entirely. This is, of course, the side that the makeup station was in. The room that we got to practice our trade in was covered in cobwebs, and several wetas (yes, the studio is named after a bug) had to have their carcasses brushed of the table before we could set up. Our producer was nice enough to find us some mirrors though (which was really impressive) so it wasn't a total loss and actually was a pretty comfortable place to work in, but the chairs were really short, hence the sore back. At least this is what I thought until it started to rain the roof leaked. But this was towards the end of the night, so not much harm done. The rest of this half of the wing was made up of rooms with horror film style flickering florescent lighting, broken and overturned furniture of various kinds, soiled mattresses, soggy cardboard, plumbing with brown water and a dry erase board that had instructions on it dated from May 2001. This side was also freezing, which led me to believe there had to be a broken window somewhere. It was dark, and cold, and spooky, but there was an incredibly nice girl on set who brought us soup from time to time and gave Heather and I a ride home, so by the end of the night it was almost cozy.
The makeups went well, except the workload was far more than either of us expected, but I think that will probably always be the case in this industry. We had a cast of 15 that needed to be fully made up, as well as several injuries that kept getting added as the night went on. There were also a couple of blood gags that needed doing which I was not at all prepared for. Thankfully, I was in the training wing of a hospital, and was able to scavenge surgical tubing, a clamp, and a syringe to make a blood rig. I did not however, have to MacGyver anything, seeing as how this is exactly I would have made the rig had I been prepared for it. It was awesome. The people we got to work with were fantastic. One actress plays a ghost for the Disney channel. Our editing guy is from Winnipeg. Another actor is Chilean and at one point in the evening told the German of the group that salsa dancing was "too too passion to teach." He was awesome. Also awesome was the Irishman who, back in Ireland played trombone for an orchestral 90s pop cover band. We also had a chef on set who made a great vegetable soup, and a free case of V energy drink that I do believed was purloined from film fest HQ. The cast spent all night in matching blue underwear and at one point they participated in a parade down the hall led by the aforementioned tuba. Like I said, when a tuba shows up, you do some rewrites.
Our film, which was turned in 3 minutes before the deadline, will be shown on thursday along with 11 others. I don't think any kind of victory will come our way, but the experience was well worth it.
The filming of our movie for the 48 hour film fest went as well as could be expected. We actually wrapped early, which is impressive. I have no idea what the name of the film is called, nor do I really even know what its about, mainly due to the near constant state of flux the script was in. All it takes is someone mentioning they own a tuba and the whole thing gets rewritten.
We got to film in a hospital, which was neat. We were in the training wing of the Lower Hutt hospital, which is about a twenty minute drive outside of Wellington. The training wing was broken into two sections. The functional and only partially creepy side, and the abandoned and petrifying side. I'll explain each.
The functional and only partially creepy side was where the actual filming took place. Its also the place where doctors in training go to practice their trade without a high chance of killing someone. Its a long hallway complete with reception desk and two lecture rooms. There are two complete bathrooms, equipped with showers and everything. Three storage rooms, six "patient" rooms which pretty much just have empty beds and fake valves in them, and two body rooms. These rooms have a fair number of beds in each of them, and each bed has at least one fake body in them. Some had partial bodies which I can only assume are trauma victims, and one bed had five babies in it. Each body has this weird vacant stare on their faces and their mouth are slightly open. You can see the organs on some of them. In one room it appeared that a lung had fallen out and rolled under a bed. All this wouldn't have been so bad had the lights been on, but since they were off I kept expecting these faux corpses to sit up and try to feast on my flesh.
The abandoned a petrifying side was another matter entirely. This is, of course, the side that the makeup station was in. The room that we got to practice our trade in was covered in cobwebs, and several wetas (yes, the studio is named after a bug) had to have their carcasses brushed of the table before we could set up. Our producer was nice enough to find us some mirrors though (which was really impressive) so it wasn't a total loss and actually was a pretty comfortable place to work in, but the chairs were really short, hence the sore back. At least this is what I thought until it started to rain the roof leaked. But this was towards the end of the night, so not much harm done. The rest of this half of the wing was made up of rooms with horror film style flickering florescent lighting, broken and overturned furniture of various kinds, soiled mattresses, soggy cardboard, plumbing with brown water and a dry erase board that had instructions on it dated from May 2001. This side was also freezing, which led me to believe there had to be a broken window somewhere. It was dark, and cold, and spooky, but there was an incredibly nice girl on set who brought us soup from time to time and gave Heather and I a ride home, so by the end of the night it was almost cozy.
The makeups went well, except the workload was far more than either of us expected, but I think that will probably always be the case in this industry. We had a cast of 15 that needed to be fully made up, as well as several injuries that kept getting added as the night went on. There were also a couple of blood gags that needed doing which I was not at all prepared for. Thankfully, I was in the training wing of a hospital, and was able to scavenge surgical tubing, a clamp, and a syringe to make a blood rig. I did not however, have to MacGyver anything, seeing as how this is exactly I would have made the rig had I been prepared for it. It was awesome. The people we got to work with were fantastic. One actress plays a ghost for the Disney channel. Our editing guy is from Winnipeg. Another actor is Chilean and at one point in the evening told the German of the group that salsa dancing was "too too passion to teach." He was awesome. Also awesome was the Irishman who, back in Ireland played trombone for an orchestral 90s pop cover band. We also had a chef on set who made a great vegetable soup, and a free case of V energy drink that I do believed was purloined from film fest HQ. The cast spent all night in matching blue underwear and at one point they participated in a parade down the hall led by the aforementioned tuba. Like I said, when a tuba shows up, you do some rewrites.
Our film, which was turned in 3 minutes before the deadline, will be shown on thursday along with 11 others. I don't think any kind of victory will come our way, but the experience was well worth it.