48 Hour Film Project 2006: Friday night
The lot has been drawn, the die has been cast.
The Prop: Bubble Wrap
The Character: A TV Reporter (I never caught their name)
The line of dialogue: My mamma always says...
Our Genre: Spy! (again)
Our home base this year is the Lindley Park Recreation Center. Here our team of 50 assembled and waited for word of what we were going to do. The writing team is sequestered in one room, props, costemes and the like is in another. Craft services gets the kitchen, and everyone and their sleeping bag is in the last large room.
The plus side of having a team 50 strong is always having someone free and fresh at any hour to get the job done. The downside of a team of 50 is well, there are 50 of them. A team this size needs strong leadership and we have it. Sara Cavenaugh the first Assistant Director (and bedmate of yours truly) is putting her mighty project management skills to good use with the cast and production crew. Rob Parrish, arguably my hetero-lifemate, is post production supervisor and has the post production team well in hand at our post production location. Cameron, head of the Art department (and arguably my hetero-lifemate), is simply on fire making magic happen.
It looks like the writers and director have come up with a rough battle plan, we just got the call from Sara that we have an immediate company move to our shoot location as we have a place on our list that will be well suited for our entire production. Sweet. I guess I had better pack. More a bit later.....
...a bit later...
We were completely out of Lindley park in 30 minutes. Every person, every piece of gear, every piece of trash. Nice! If nothing else, our team will be known for having some really strong logistics.
Our new location, our "secret lair" if you will has a name, it is called the Millinium Center, and it seems to have everything. I haven't found a bedroom yet, but my bedroll will work just fine on these sprung hardwood floors. Nighty night! The writers are still wrighting, the scouts are still scouting, and there is blessedly nothing for this boom-blogger to do but nap.
