Thursday, January 16, 2014
I could write an entire paper on this music video.
I'm told it's done "live" with two cameras doing twenty second shots; each crew "leap frogging" to set up the next shot before the previous one finished. And as such, you catch glimpses of them scrambling around in the background (though I'm pretty sure the one with the bikini clad girls was fake :).
It shows the things we (usually) try to hide while, at the same time, attempting to keep up the "traditional" framing of standard music videos. Even if it only lasts for mere seconds per twenty second shot.
It's self-referential all while simultaneously telling two stories: The one in front of the camera and the one behind, which incidentally, is also in front of the camera.
All while trying to be cool.
Friday, January 10, 2014
It's the end of a couple of long, thankless days and all I want to do is go home.
During a time when I had no work on the horizon, I had agreed to work for free on the "passion project" short. Little did I know that as soon as I signed on, the calls would start coming in, and thus, I started my two day commitment on this thing already pretty beat up. Thank goodness I had tomorrow off.
...Or would I?
"Hey, A.J." I turned to face the show's Gaffer as I finished closing up the truck for what was hopefully the last time. "What are you doing tomorrow? You want to come in?"
Honestly, I was a little surprised by his question. For the whole two days I was on the show, this guy had been a condescending asshole to me. He kept "teaching" me things I already knew; telling me how to do my job; berating me for not answering him on the radio when his own volume was turned down, etc. It seemed to me that we had a mutual dislike for each other, so it was odd that he was asking me back when the two days I had told the DP I'd do were up.
I pretended to think about it a bit in an attempt to at least seem cooperative and civil. "Hm... No, thanks. I think I'll pass. I have too much stuff I need to get done tomorrow."
"What's the matter? You don't feel like getting paid?" he sneered.
Okay. Now he had my attention.
"What do you mean? I didn't think anyone was getting paid on this."
"Yeah, but tomorrow's an extra day. We were supposed to wrap today, but we have some stuff that still needs to be shot. So to keep everyone on board, they're offering to pay us."
"They're giving each of us [amount that's below minimum wage. AKA: It might cover my gas money for the week.]," he said proudly. Judging by the look on his face, you'd think he was throwing a starving dog a bone.
"Oh... Hm..." I had lost interest again and was back to pretending to think about it.
"Oh, come on," the Gaffer sighed, rolling his eyes at me. "How often do you get paid for work?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering where he was going with this. Just who did he think I was (or wasn't)?
"I mean," he continued, "when was the last time you got offered [amount that's more than five times the rate he just quoted me a second ago]? These are the kind of jobs you do to get yourself up to that rate. You have to work your way up, A.J. You need the experience. One day, you'll be at my level. But for now, you should take whatever you can get, you know what I mean?"
He looked so smug and full of himself that I didn't know how to tell him I got paid that rate on a job last week. And again just a few days ago. And that working for free on a job wasn't something I did very often anymore.
And rubbing money in someone's face, not matter how big of a douche he is, just isn't my style. So I kept my mouth shut.
But just who the fuck did this guy think he is?? He's gaffing a student film for free. It's not like he's years ahead of me in his career. And did he really think I sucked so badly at my job that he just assumed I was still working for free all the time just to learn the ropes? WTF? There was just so much wrong with what he just said, namely, WHO THE FUCK DID THIS GUY THINK HE IS??
And the worst part? He spent the whole day gaffing while wearing Crocs. CROCS!!! I was getting talked down to and getting career "advice" from a guy WHO WEARS CROCS ON SET.
In the end, I'm somewhat ashamed to say, I took that extra day.*
* And no, I never got paid for it.**
** Because when I went to collect at the end of the night, Production said they never agreed to pay me. And the Gaffer, and his Crocs, were long gone at that point.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
... learned to be happy with myself.
... realized that I've come a long way.
... stayed busier than I thought I would.
... had a few adventures.
... missed some old friends.
... made some new ones.
... learned some hard lessons.
... had a few good laughs.
I'm not going to lie. 2013 was a roller coaster of a year filled with lots of surprises and no part of it happened like I thought it would. I realized a lot about myself and this industry. I got a year older whether I liked it or not. There were some really fucking, shitty, bad times. But there were also some really good ones too.
Do I wish I could change any of it? Maybe. Probably. Absolutely.
But what's done is done and I can't go back and change the past. I can only move forward into the future and hope for the best. I can honestly say that I'm eager to see what 2014 brings. But if last year was any indication, I better prepare myself for one helluva ride.
Here's to a great 2013 and an even better 2014.
Happy New Year.