You might remember our first contestant. Number two makes that guy look like a piker.Today I’m scheduled to finally shoot my new short film. It’s been eight weeks and three days since the last shooting day was cancelled. The wait’s been so endless it’s made the line at the DMV look like f’n Mardi Gras.
The director of the film hired a director of photography, and we were all set to go until the guy was offered a higher-paying gig yesterday and bailed on us.
A few things: 1) this city ain’t big enough for you to act so damn unprofessionally. 2) My new, enhanced memory will never forget your name. 3) Enjoy the couple-hundred extra bucks you'll make; the director would have given you thousands in work in the future.
We scrambled and got a last-minute replacement. But it shouldn’t have come to this.
I won’t throw a shoe at this guy, but I will throw a fit. And maybe an anvil. You’ll never work in this town… well, studio apartment… again.
