That Time Again

Sam's gone.
Kevin's gone.
Steff's gone.
People are leaving faster than a white supremacist at an indie film fest. Great. We still have scenes to shoot.

We finished Sam's two days ago. Barely. It took longer than it should have and ended with Christina having a gun literally shatter over her head. This was not intentional. It was even in the script. Nothing even remotely close. As you can imagine, me and Victor were reasonably pissed. Me over the fact that our lead actress, and a very good friend of mine was just potentially hospitalized. Victor for that reason as well as the fact that the gun he had already fixed about 4 times that night was completely broken beyond repair. Hilarity did not ensue. Fortunately, Christina was not hurt beyond a bump on her head and we didn't really need the gun anymore, so disaster was averted.

Kevin's scenes are going to have to wait till November. We got through most of them but there are two more that are going to be shot during Thanksgiving break or later. He left with my copy of Batman Begins and the first two volumes of Y the Last Man. Dick...

Steff... Well she isn't in the movie. We went to Walden Pond like two days before she left. It was nice. Really warm. We should've brought bathing suits. Oh well, next time. Its kind of easy to forget that we live right next to some huge tourist traps, between the pond and all the revolutionary war stuff. That being said, its got to be a huge let down for people who are expecting to see some kind of a huge spectacle or whatever. There are the remains of the dude's cabin there, which really just amounts to a huge pile of rocks and a chimney. Other that that, its just a lake with some trails. Not like that is a bad thing. Sometimes pretty scenery is all you need for a good time. And it was just that.

I probably should stop typing now before I start getting wistful and annoying.