Shooting

My friend Kyle is making a movie. Like, a real movie. The kind with actors and lighting and make-up artists. It’s totally bonkers. He’s already made one which I saw a few month ago, which was really awesome in the way that only independent films can be, and now he’s doing his second one.

It’s impressive to watch Kyle direct. He’s a bit of a perfectionist, noticing every little detail in a frame, and he takes advantage of every last second of time to make sure it’s all right. Plus, he has this natural ability to connect with all kinds of people (even the kind of people that would drive me up the wall) that I’ve only witnessed in a few individuals in my life. I really don’t know how he does it.

I mentioned to him that I’d be willing to help out with his project because I know it takes a lot of help and because I love helping with absolutely anything (now you know my secret and can take advantage). Since the filming has been during the day he never called on me until this week when a few extras were needed.

So, the last two nights I was given the difficult task of filling in space on camera and pretending to do things. (I say ‘pretending’ because my ‘acting’ is really quite terrible, even if my oddly high secondary school drama class marks suggest otherwise.)

Monday was a night club scene filmed at Mynt bar which basically involved dancing around for a few hours.

Where’s Waldo?

This is my favourite picture of me ever. And it has nothing to do with the movie.

Last night I tried to help as much as I could with setting up the equipment for the shoot, then I got to pretend to be reading a menu at a restaurant.

I’m ready for my close up!

It was all fun, but I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be to spend weeks and weeks filming. Much more taxing than life on the cubicle farm.

Me and the Director Extraordinaire

(All pictures stolen without permission from Beyond the Deep)

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