I know a guy who started out working in porn. Not in porn, but as a cameraman. Although he did admit he’d have to wrap his arms around a big, sweaty, greased up hunk of man in order to get some of the more interesting angles.
The point is, he told me it was exciting and titillating at first, but after a while, he got tired of the old “Boob, boob, boner, boob, ass, boob, boner” routine.
I was reminded of this yesterday, when we were scheduled to blow up a house. The producer was packing up, and I asked if he was going to set to watch the big stunt.
He rolled his eyes and said, “I’ve seen thousands of explosions in my twenty years on the job. I don’t need to watch another one.”
And this wasn’t just any explosion. We blew up an entire house!