A friend of mine is working in post on a sequel to a big budget movie that you’ve heard of and probably didn’t enjoy very much. The director has that kind of psuedo-fame that comes from being a jerk. I try my best not to judge such people until I’ve worked with them myself, but my friend’s story confirmed his reputation–
My friend had scheduled a recording session with one of the actresses. Now, this girl has that kind of psuedo-fame that comes from being pretty and not much else, but she was famous enough that she had some important photo-shoot or something that required her pouty lips and perky breasts by no later than 3:00pm. In order to get to that location, she had to leave the ADR session by 2:00pm. (‘Cause, you know, traffic.)
Well, almost-famous director decided he had important things to do, and didn’t call in until around 1:45. Notice that I didn’t say, “arrive.” That’s right, he was planning on directing her via phone.
Anyway, after about fifteen minutes of, “What? No, I can’t hear you. Say it again,” the actress had to go. As she packed up and left, my friend’s boss got on the phone to let the director know what happened.
This director just flew off the handle. Screamed loud and long. He couldn’t believe that he only had fifteen minutes with his actress, this movie was never going to get done, blah blah blah.
But that wasn’t enough. The director demanded to know who scheduled the recording. The boss said my friend’s name. At that point, the director asked to be put on speakerphone, so that not only could he yell at my friend, but he could yell at him while everyone was listening.
Keep in mind, this wasn’t a surprise. My friend had scheduled this session a week ago. She informed everyone involved, multiple times, that the actress had a hard out. She spoke to the director personally, and he had said “No problem.”
The actress, worried about time constraints, actually showed up early. Actors never show up early. But this director? Nope. Couldn’t call until 1:45.
And it was all my friend’s fault.