All-State Commercial
I got booked on my first commercial. It was a medium sized call, but when I got there, it felt more like a cattle call. Everyone was pretty much non-union except maybe for the cheerleaders and football players.
We were at the LA Coliseum and after breakfast which consisted of mostly bagels and some cereal, we were herded to the stands. It started to get hot and that's when I realized that on outdoor shoots, you should be ready for a few things. First, have a cap or umbrella in hand. I had one in my car, but I just forgot to bring it with me. Second, have a fan, preferably one that is strong enough to create some action. Mine made noise so everyone would always turn around to look at me and say, "that is so smart!" Ideally, you'll have a fan/mister that would be a mark of a true pro.
As the shoot wore on, several people began to comment that our booker was bullshitting us when she left a message saying that she booked the "best" people for this. It was pretty clear that everyone at the shoot was there for the same reason - a little money.
There were a few inflatable dolls that were perfect renditions of the aswang. They were just the upper-half of the body and I wanted to take one to make some kind of Halloween toy. We were moved all around the stadium and brought the dolls with us as we cheered the football team on. It was kind of bizarre that after each cheer, we would all slump down and start complaining about how long this shoot was taking. To make matters worse, we had a 2nd AD that had the worst attitude. Even though she claimed she was a Buddhist, all she could focus on was how bad things were going.
After we wrapped, the line for the vouchers was ridiculously long. To top it all off, Harvest (the production company) was so unorganized, the line moved slower than rush hour on the 405. I was going to complain, but I was signed-out at the time I got my voucher (which probably doesn't mean anything because it was still a 12-hour day).
Since I was close to Hustler, I thought I would get a quick eat and then head over. By the time I finished my quarter pounder meal, I was tired and it was late. So I just went home instead.
I got booked on my first commercial. It was a medium sized call, but when I got there, it felt more like a cattle call. Everyone was pretty much non-union except maybe for the cheerleaders and football players.
We were at the LA Coliseum and after breakfast which consisted of mostly bagels and some cereal, we were herded to the stands. It started to get hot and that's when I realized that on outdoor shoots, you should be ready for a few things. First, have a cap or umbrella in hand. I had one in my car, but I just forgot to bring it with me. Second, have a fan, preferably one that is strong enough to create some action. Mine made noise so everyone would always turn around to look at me and say, "that is so smart!" Ideally, you'll have a fan/mister that would be a mark of a true pro.
As the shoot wore on, several people began to comment that our booker was bullshitting us when she left a message saying that she booked the "best" people for this. It was pretty clear that everyone at the shoot was there for the same reason - a little money.
There were a few inflatable dolls that were perfect renditions of the aswang. They were just the upper-half of the body and I wanted to take one to make some kind of Halloween toy. We were moved all around the stadium and brought the dolls with us as we cheered the football team on. It was kind of bizarre that after each cheer, we would all slump down and start complaining about how long this shoot was taking. To make matters worse, we had a 2nd AD that had the worst attitude. Even though she claimed she was a Buddhist, all she could focus on was how bad things were going.
After we wrapped, the line for the vouchers was ridiculously long. To top it all off, Harvest (the production company) was so unorganized, the line moved slower than rush hour on the 405. I was going to complain, but I was signed-out at the time I got my voucher (which probably doesn't mean anything because it was still a 12-hour day).
Since I was close to Hustler, I thought I would get a quick eat and then head over. By the time I finished my quarter pounder meal, I was tired and it was late. So I just went home instead.
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