Continuing the previous entry.

What is it with old men?
They seem to think that they know everything, even when it is excruciatingly obvious that they don’t.

Our old man seems to have no idea about time management, as in…
We have an hour to finish three shots.
Up till now a ‘shot’ has taken us an ‘hour plus’ to finish,
but the old guy want’s to shoot just one more version of a shot,
cause he’s not happy with one of his pieces.

He seems to have some sort of ‘time distortion’ thang going on, where his minutes are five times longer then everyone else’s.
I think that my problem is that I keep forgetting that he is ‘the centre of the universe.’
At one point he had hoisted up a studio lamp, and was waving it through the air, cause a shadow was irritating him. The tutor had warned us not to move the lights while they were on, and kept repeating ‘you can’t hold a light above your head while we shoot a scene.’

Most old men seem to be like this.

I’m embarrassed to say, that at one point, the old guy (don’t feel sorry for the ‘old man’ - he is defiantly cashed up, works in construction, and spends big chunks of his time on adventure holidays around the world - This guy can look after himself) was upstairs behind a sheet of sound proof glass, and the rest of the group who was left behind downstairs started bitching. Just like when your dad is over by the BBQ, dousing it in petrol to ‘get some heat up,’ and everyone else in the family is grouped around the picnic table, complaining about the aftertaste gasoline gives the sausages.

Does this mean that I suddenly become a cantankerous old bastard when the snow is a little thick on the roof?

Sometimes I reckon I’m already turning.
Like this is the form that male menopause takes (or something?)
Will it be like Alzheimer’s and I won’t care that everyone around me thinks that I’m an arse?

Anyhoo, we actually got the six shots that we needed on tape.
We were all happy at the end of the day…
…despite finding that the camera had been set for sunlight for most of the indoor shoot.
…that the headphones only sometimes worked so we’re pretty sure that we got audio.
…that we had really dodgy ‘continuity’ (we all swapped jobs for each shot which didn’t help) so objects probably will appear and disappear from shot to shot.

Trainspotters will love our piece. ‘Can anyone spot something that didn’t move from shot to shot, other then the wall?’

As is always the case with such things, we were gelling as a team, just as the shooting was drawing to a close, and that special ‘sumptin sumptin’ that forms in the atmosphere around a group of people shooting a film (or putting on a play) was beginning to coalesce.

Tomorrow is ‘editing.’
Hooray for ‘let’s fix it in Post!’ which became our battle cry around two this afternoon.