Wow. We are almost halfway through the film. Tomorrow, at lunch, we hit the half way mark. Tomorrow is day 17. 17 of 35. Dang, I can't wait for the next 17 days to finish. This project is killing me. Well, it's killing all of us really. The crew is tired, beaten up, and just plain fed up. The mix of long hours, no time, and limited preparedness are taking their toll. Most of us are getting over the fear of being fired and realizing that we are not to be so lucky. Now, if one screws up badly enough, they give you an extra week. I'd better quit bitching and get some sleep. Stayed up all night last night drinking Negra Modellos and joking with the boys.
OK, now it's today, and I have a rare bit of peace. A fleeting moment to relax a touch. You see, the set is a bit away from base camp, and the unit is split in three, so the produclessers are off minding someone else’s business. Ah, a breath in time. If only my trailer were parked flat. I have to sit at this angle, and it's screwing up the ol' spinal column. Could be a case for workers comp.
Another aspect of Clovis has been increasingly coming to my attention. It goes beyond just the smells and flat terrain. This place is infested with flies. Flies flying everywhere. It's horrible. I walk into the trailer from a jaunt to the snack table, and a quick trip to the loo, and the place is literally swarming with flies. It takes a few minutes of Bruce Lee like clipboard cruelty to get those bastards to leave the trailer in peace. Even then, mostly they just go to the other side of the room. Jerks.
...fuego
