Cheap Bastards
Normally, when a film production comes to town, people get excited. Cash for the community, stars at local bars, a chance for the cute girl next door to be discovered at the candy store. Not the same for us.
In anticipation for my relocation to Buffalo tomorrow, I sent out an email to dozens of potential PAs, urging them to check their parents’ basements for used beds, futons, couches, desks, tables, fax, photocopiers, old computers, printers—anything we could use—and asking that they pilfer office supplies for us. This really is a low-budget production.
A half-dozen responses came back immediately. “I can definitely cover you guys with a bunch of random pens, pencils, stuff like that,”“a working computer with monitor and printer if you don’t mind it being along the lines of a Pentium I,”“I have a futon you guys can use. I am not sure I have all the parts anymore . . . In fact, I’ve been looking for an excuse to get rid of it for awhile!”
Ahhh, the high life.
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