Hello all, and thanks for letting me rant last week, not like me really, I'm pretty even-keeled....
Recently Script Goddess reader Richard sent me the following e-mail...
Remember I commented on people being late on the set??
I had the Ultimate in late last week!
The Director, Actor, and DP were 6 hours late!!!
We were filming a mocumentary at Comic-Con opening day last Thursday. There was a truck overturned and on fire south bound 5-freeway @ camp Pendleton total freeway shutdown. Unfortunately, the other 200 thousand people managed to find their way there..
While I waited the 6 hours, I walked the show 3 times.. never been to a
Comic-Con, and I don't plan on going back either.."
Thanks for the great e-mail Richard! I imagine that spending six hours at Comic-Con waiting for the director to show up would get old fast.
I have to admit I was terribly late one time....Many years ago while working on a feature, I had left the set dog-tired and glanced at the call sheet through nearly closed eyes.
Crew Call 8AM.
No problem. I managed to find my way home, fall asleep and went to bed (in that order). The next morning I got up, jumped in the shower, and as I stepped out of the shower my phone was ringing. I ignored it. Then it rang again. I wondered who would be calling me so early in the morning...so still in my towel I picked up the phone. It was the 2nd AD on the other end of the line. He was very calm, "Hi Scripty how are you?"
"I'm fine," I reply. "What's going on?"
He says "Do you know you're supposed to be here now?"
A ball of lead landed in my stomach. "But the call time was 8AM it's only 6:30 now."
"Yes," He replied, "the general crew call was 8AM. We had a splinter unit call at 6AM for a sunrise shot."
In my sleepy stupor I had forgotten to flip the call sheet and look at the back for my specific call. It was an hour's drive to the location so I threw on whatever clothes were within arm's reach (really no different than my everyday dressed in the dark look), and flew down the freeway pushing 90 in my little car that would start to shake at 70.
To make matters worse, when I arrived at location the splinter group was in an area where we had to be shuttled to. So, I jumped in the shuttle with some wardrobe chicks and when we arrived at location, I hid behind the person in front of me like a high school kid trying to sneak into a bar. When the director saw me he started laughing and the whole crew chimed in with "Glad you could make it," "Nice of you to stop by" and other such comments. I apologized to the director and he laughed and said, "No problem, that was good humor!" (which was really odd since he was kind of a jerk most days).
The punchline to this story? That morning scene filmed without me is the poster for the movie. So every time I look at that movie poster hanging in my office, I remember how I showed up late that day.
Ever late for a call?