On set of indie film #3
Set up for a take. Lighting set, actors ready.
We’re shooting in a neighborhood. The location scout had no way of knowing that the neighbor halfway down the street would start a woodworking project at 7:00 in the morning on a week day. But the neighbor starts sawing with a chain saw.
Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Riiiiiipppp. Grrrrrr. Bzzzzzz. Eeeech. This goes on for–I kid you not–45 minutes. I am so nervous by this time I have eaten the entire box of chocolate mallomars.
Laurie and I (trying to stay ready to do our scene) go into the bathroom and try to remain in character.
Another actor, Randy, (there being no location manager on set) offers to go down the street and ask them to stop for ten minutes.
The production manager says no.
He doesn’t want to upset the neighbors.
PM is peeking out the blinds, watching them chainsaw. The production manager reports (50 minutes into the disruption),
“They are sawing the legs of a table. They have done two legs; only six to go. It won’t be too long now.”