[My dresser adorned with postcards from my collection in L.A.]
What’s beautiful about filming in an area outside the norm of New York or Los Angeles is that people are generally excited about the movie-making process. They’ve never seen it in process.
Watching a movie being made is not as exciting as you might expect. Basically, it’s just watching a surprisingly large number of people stand around. Most of them are grumpy by the end of the day because our days are extraordinarily long and by then no amount of caffeine helps anymore.
Every now and then, of course, the film crew has a hustle and bustle of activity. Then, it’s like watching an aerial view of an ant colony at mealtime. It’s a sight to be seen, I suppose. Even when there’s absolutely nothing going on, I’m always surprised at the number of people who watch and stare at the film crew—as though they’re completely in awe.
We begin filming in a few short weeks… the days are long and the weeks much too short. I’ve now become a resident in this small community far away from L.A. I am starting to feel more at home though even if I’m still essentially living out of the suitcase I brought with me a month ago. I have spread out a little bit. My clothes are on hangers now and I’ve put most of my items in dresser drawers. Things like that go a long way. (Right: a photo of my home away from home.)
I will say, the people here have made a huge difference. They aren’t jaded. They say ‘yes’ more often than they say ‘no.’ And they’ve been genuinely friendly and accommodating. With the long hours and the exhausting and all-consuming nature of filmmaking, that helps a lot. In fact, the crew has felt welcomed in town and the surrounding areas of this place we’re calling home, at least temporarily.
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