Today we did what most low budget filmmakers do at some point during the shoot - we shot in the Writer/Director/Executive Producer’s apartment.

Director Kittredge’s place stands in for one of the character’s L.A. apartment, and we literally shot it from one end to the other.

There isn’t much to report this day, except that our moods are pretty much at the breaking point, as evidenced by the fight between Director Kittredge and DP Ivan. Now, let me state for the record that this happens on EVERY shoot at least once. The production is working on too little sleep, trying to make something great, and there is always a point when it all boils over and there is a fight. The key is, at the end of the day, to make sure everyone parts friends if possible.

The circumstances are actually quite humorous in hindsight. I was sitting in Director Kittredge’s office, with Data Manager Mike, the new makeup girl who had arrived about an hour earlier (to sub in for Makeup Goth Gage who had to go to the Siouxie Sioux concert), and Director Kittredge’s husband, Rob. This office is not very big, and it’s currently packed with equipment and Director Kittredge’s furnishings that are not being used while we shoot. Suddenly DP Ivan comes storming into the room, obviously angry. He goes off for a few moments, then Director Kittredge’s walks in (followed by 1rst AD Mike) and shuts the door behind him (to keep the impending blowup as far away from the company as possible). The bell clangs, and the two of them go at it while the five of us are trapped not two feet away from them in this tiny room filled with stuff. I literally was backed up against a wall.

In the middle of it all my phone rang. I was coordinating some naked extras for the next day, and they were all calling me to get the info. Do I answer my phone? Hmmm …no. I also considered stepping into the fray, but figured this was something that needed to happen for whatever reasons, and just let it play out.

As quickly as it had started it was over. Director Kittredge and DP Ivan went back out, got the shot, and I called a ten-minute walkaway break so everyone could take a breath.

At the end of the day everyone was friends again. We live to fight another day.

We made our day today, which is great. Tomorrow we shoot at another location in the Valley, which is somehow appropriate for a movie about porn.