Day 4 was zombie day, our most makeup-intensive day of the shoot. It
was also the one day we were filming at my house. Filming on the home
front has its benefits -- I got to sleep in, didn't have to load the
car, and you can't argue with the commute -- but it also has its
drawbacks. For example, the cast stole my liquor cabinet. The entire cabinet. There's a gap where once it stood.
The day went smoothly enough, aside from one major hiccup. Three
minutes before catering was due, I got a text from Jersey Mike's that
they would not be fulfilling the order. No explanation offered, just a
"Nope" on our order. So lunch was an hour late, and was pizza—which, for
the record, I did not order for our hot meal (a big no-no in this
industry) until after Mike's betrayal. Other than that, the day went
swimmingly.
Four down, nine to go. We're down to single digits, baby.
Shawn learns he's HMU lead
"Gabriel Gonda is no more. From this day forward, I shall be known as—"
"Fuck Jersey Mike."
You forget to moisturize for ONE day...
It's like the waiting room from Beetlejuice, but we're waiting for lunch
Luke's favorite character by far. By FAR.
What prompted the call from the HOA
And with that, we've finished our shoot dates for June. We resume the
first weekend in July, when we'll be filming an old Dead Gentlemen
sketch written twenty years ago. With luck, we'll also have Andy
Dopieralski, our director of photography, back from quarantine exile.
Without luck, our producer (i.e., me) will be swapping places with him.
