I was working on a short film this weekend, and we shot an “intimate scene.” Basically, the actress was nude. As is common practice, we kicked out everyone who didn’t absolutely have to be in the room.
This was all well and good, but it reminded me of a terrible AD on one of my first gigs. It was a straight-to-DVD slasher movie, so of course there had to be a sex scene.
Technically, it was post-coital; the actor and the actress were lying in bed, under one of those L-shaped Hollywood blankets. You know, where her chest is covered but his is not?
(I’m not really sure the producers understood the marketing purpose of titillating scenes in straight-to-DVD.)
But still, the actors were making out and it was kinda awkward, so they kicked everyone out of the room. Which was totally okay. It was a big house, and there was plenty of space for the rest of the crew to stand by in the kitchen. (It was the middle of the night, and freezing cold.)
Then the AD sees me talking with one of the grips. “You need to go outside.”
“What do you need?”
“Nothing, you just can’t be in here while we’re filming the sex scene.”
“In the other room?”
“But I can’t see anything. And they can’t see me. What’s the problem?”
“Just go outside.”
So, I open the door, and the director immediately yells, “Shut the fucking door! It’s freezing outside!”
I slipped out and shut it. With nothing to do, I just walked around to keep warm. I came to the big picture window in the living room, where video village was set up.
The monitor was turned towards the window.
Yes, I could actually see more after the AD kicked me out.