A friend of mine discovered I write this blog, and is now playing a rousing game of “Guess the Roman à Clef.” She hasn’t gotten them all right, so I’m glad my attempts at obscuring my identity have had some effect.
Anyway, she had a tip for getting on the director’s (or anyone else’s) good side.
On the first day of the episode, my friend went to director and asked what he wanted for breakfast. Directors are busy, and they often arrive write at call time, so they rarely get time to grab food in the morning. My friend went and got his food, and he dutifully thanked her.
But here’s the really good part– for the rest of the week, every morning, she brought him his breakfast without being asked. He just showed up on set, and a moment alter, she’d show up with a hot, steaming bowl of oatmeal. (Ew.)
Now, this guy was a screamer. He yelled at everybody, all the time, for any little thing, or for no reason at all. Actors, extras, crew, it didn’t matter. He yelled indiscriminately at everyone.
Except for this one PA. Isn’t that sweet?
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This is completely unrelated, but here’s a great post from the Hollywood Juicer, how the real work gets done in this town.