press

For this new job I have to monitor the press. The thing is I never get it on time, so I read the press for today tomorrow. How am I supposed to present an accurate report if I don't have the news? And that's just the beginning of this beautiful friendship...

I really miss the film days when I used to work 12 hours - less than my set counterparts - and went out afterward with a fresher smile and a more serious desire to crash the party. When you work on a film, time doesn't really exist in any explainable terms. You feel like you sleep 4 hours a night, because, well, you sleep 4 hours a night. And when you sleep, you dream that you forgot booking someone's flight, buying more stock or just the whole set turned into a zoo in front of you. I work in the office , so the trips to the set are fairly infrequent. Whever I would turn up I suscitated interest because most of the people had no clue who I was. It is a men's world out there. They do the physical part, the moving, the fixing, the filming, the rigging, the lights. Women do the costume dressing, set dressing and make up. Oh, and they also do assistant directing, meaning they kiss performers' asses all day long. This is what I don't understand. Putting up with someone who makes your life miserable every day of the shooting week. "I lost my ipod in the trailer. Can i get a new one? was it insured?" No. "I want to fly see my girlfriend for a fashion show in Milan this weekend.Can you please talk to the producer for me?" No, honey, you've got a contract and you're shooting right before the weekend. We have to see the dailies first. "But it's really important." Yes, it was important last week too when your friend from Singapore was in London and you just had to fly back there short notice. "Can I fly Air France? I never fly anything else." Yes, I am sorry our national airlines may sound like crap but I promise they are not just flying coffins. They will take you there. And it's not in the film's budget anyway. TBC....