UnBooks:My sojourn/Chapter 22
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edit So there I was
working on the set of Terminator Salvation, doing my Director of Photography thing with the light fixtures, diffuse-angle reflectors, and coordinating everything by carefully observing and measuring camera angles, arranging light-stand placement to the millimeter while taking into account arc-light wattage compensation and specific-diva-request highlighting of actors best sides and features, right? Like, badass Terminator professionally trained ultra-specific light and shadowing shit.
edit and this fucking Christian Bale
bursts off the set, spit flying, arms waving, red-faced, and kicking my best electrical generators all over the place, and finally instead of going for the rest of the crew he makes a Baleline straight for me.
edit so I pulled out my
sorry face and apologized the shit out of the thing, and he still tries to get me fired! WTF?
No, seriously. Bale nearly destroyed my lighting technician equipment.
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