Saturday, March 31, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
I'm back, baby
- Pick-up at 5 pm
- Arrive on set at 6 pm
- Film (or sit around drinking coffee and wait to film) until 4:30 am
- Arrive at home at 5:30 am
- Take off layers of eyeshadow and concealer and attempt to comb hair til 6 am
- Sleep til 12 pm
- Get up, dizzily try to figure out what needs to be done and take twice as long to get ready - 2 hours
- Go to work til 4 pm
- Eat breakfast and drink a big coffee. A really big coffee
- Pick-up at 5 pm
Needless to say, everything else has been kept to a bare minimum. Filming itself was an interesting experience, to say the least. Sometimes it was incredibly fun, sometimes incredibly trying, and generally chaotic. Luckily, there were no real assholes on board; otherwise the shooting outside in freezing rain would have been unbearable.
I'm slowly re-adjusting to a normal schedule and re-learning to sleep at night. I'm in a bit of a funk, though. After spending three weeks hanging out with some really cool people and getting to do what I really love, it's a bit of a reality check to have to return to my day job tomorrow.
Here's a bit of pr on the film:
Fangoria article in English
Lübecker Nachrichten article in German
I'll post a few pictures of the set at Schloss Grabau soon. If you're lucky, I'll post one of me in my zombie make-up. Kunstblut is very sticky, I discovered.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
What's this here blogger bookmark?
Well, this one'll be short as I need some sleep so I can be out of bed by 6 am. Why so early? Because shooting begins! Yes! The. film. is . actually. going. to. be. shot. I know, I can't believe it myself. I'll report back if I enjoy it or if it's time to hang up the ole acting career.
As for life at the Puffs', ya ain't missin' out on much. The Guitar Hero, the Doctor and the cat all had a case of the pukes last week. One of the three was suffering from a hairball, the other two from a virus that's been going around. I'll let you guess who had the hairball. By the way, I am so over puke viruses. Could we move on to something of the cold variety, perhaps?
Hmm, what else? We watched the Oscars, which were incredibly booorrring this year. Could trained actors at least put forth a little effort when reading from a teleprompter? Jesus Christ, a parrot could do a better job.
Finally, an entertainment recommendation for those of you with klass: Flavor of Love is the rockingest reality show ever. Pure trash. Pure.