Crew Magic

The crazy mad dash that ensues when "last looks" is announced right before a take just tickles me pink.  A guy swoops in, sticks his hand down the dress of the girl next to me to adjust her mic, sticks a hand up the dress of the girl next to her to adjust her hem as a woman lathers lotion on her legs, and another guy adjusts my bra strap (pointed out by a hair crew member who can't adjust it herself due to union rules) as another woman decides how many strands of hair should be in front of my shoulder vs. behind my shoulder (for a Steadicam shot lasting around 90 seconds as it swirls around 5 of us dancing, meaning those 50 strands of hair are probably going to stay like that for about the first 10 seconds) as another woman touches up all our lips and powder seemingly simultaneously (I don't know how much touching-up my lips could have actually needed, given that they're still slightly stained red today 12 hours after wrapping, after a shower and applying makeup remover.  I also don't want to know what that lipstick is made out of -- paint?  The makeup ladies were very excited that they got to give me bombshell red lips on a show where they normally have to give all the girls nude lips, so I suspect they might have used their entire stock of that color on me in one day....). Fortunately, the girl who needed her mic adjusted a lot had a keyhole on the front of her dress -- perfect for arms to just reach in and fix things....

My day also included witnessing first-hand why productions normally want people with actual serving experience to play waiters, when a girl portraying a waiter dropped and broke a glass on her tray not once, not twice, but three times... one of the times during a 5-person fight stunt.  Cue super-awesome-AD-dude slipping over to the mortified, almost-in-tears girl between takes to give her a lesson in how to carry a tray (leaving her both laughing and newly skilled). 

I love crews. Crews make the magic happen.