Wrapped a shoot for an ultra-low budget today...
As I sat in my self-provided canvas chair between takes, I took full advantage of our location--an "elite" little plant nursery next to Sherwood Magazines (if you know LA, you know this place....if not, all the explanation in the world won't help). I devised a little game where I would cast each passing person into a sitcom or "reality" show, past or present... Lots of "Vanderpump Rules"--the 20-somethings who are oh so concerned with their looks...a few "Cheers", even a "That Girl"...a "Girls Gone Wild" segment with 7 or 8 vaguely Midwest-looking sorority sisters, all down-dressed in sweats, fast approaching La Cienega with plans to launch a meaningful Saturday Night assault on the local bars...
There was the mid-thirties fellow who talked to the plants as he passed by...he then actually came behind the gate and conversed with one of the exotics, then smiled and explained: "My therapist!" I smiled back and told him I approved of the choice...
But then came along a guy on an old, battered Honda scooter...he was shirtless, skinny as a rail, sunburned...he stopped his scooter in front of an apartment complex dumpster, opened the lids and started to rummage...his attempt at finding an honorable meal...
That brought me back from fantasyland to Murika 2014....with the simple thud of a dumpster lid...
God bless and help us all....
