The chance of everything going wrong usually perches just above our heads, whistling. For example, tomorrow's locations center around the lower georgetown, and the crew has no idea that I plan to shoot the "Excorcist Stairs" for purely personal reasons.
There are numerous red flags surrounding one location. We have a scene where a girl sits outside a house where a party goes on. The bong boys, as we've dubbed the residents, have decided to get a keg and have a real party. This spells trouble, with a capital T. Also, my associate identified herself to them as my "hot little assistant"
so they're whipped into a hormonal frenzy at the prospect of female attention.
So we've got that going for us. Throw in a Russian accountant who can't add or speak english, a stalinistic management team who never met a new set of procedural revisions they didn't like, and you've got us.
We're working in a dream factory...
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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sorry :)
i thought that i was being funny with the bong boys. and they're probably going to be sorely disappointed :(
what was i thinking????
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