Chapter Eight. WHAT WENT ON

The first thing that i think of when remembering the film is the fact that after they had shot half the film, they found out that it was unscharf. All of it.
Don't tell the director. Whispers in the corners. It was the bad projection. It was the wrong lens. It was the sharfeur. We don't know what it was. Continue to shoot. Long faces. Hysterical laugh. Don't let the actors find out. Shit, they found out. Dorin found out. Continue to shoot.

The next day it was ok. We saw the film in a cinema. Only two frames were to be shot again. Hysterical laugh.




The rollout episode. We were to film the last frame of the film, rehearsed it twice. It was emotional. I started crying. Unfortunately, we had only 40 seconds of film left. We hadn't timed it. The father said to trust him, he estimated less than 40 s. We did. We were too tired to rehearse again. So we sat down in front of the video assist, someone was holding me so I could see, my legs were shaking with anxiety. Cos counted. Rolling. Action. 10... 15... 20... Trav... 30, 35, 40, 45... Rollout! The scene had ended exactly on time. I was dancing around, but nobody saw me:)



Another nice thing that happened is that they ran out of boeuf salad. It was expensive, it was out of reach, they were out of time. So Banderas jumped in with his professionalism and said: We will make it out of polystyrene. And so they did. He cut out a circle, placed it on a plate. Iuliana came with some mayo she found somewhere in the back, held her nose with the other hand, and made it look like real salad. 10 olives and it lookes like a birthday cake. It smelled like rotten cabbage. Bon appetit!


Well, this time the picture says it all. Vlad needed to record a conversation of the parents, but the set had an echo and some other stuff I really can't talk about, so he used a black sheet to cover the table, but not in the conventional way. Everyone was holding it, recording and filming it. I watched from my shelf, pretending to be just an old porcelain horse.


Vomit time. The most disgusting moment of all. Water, soap, hair spray and boeuf salad mixed in a jar. Spilled on the carpet from time to time, so that it looked fresh and juicy from take to take. It smelled horrible. Dorin covered it with newspapers between takes, cause he couldn't stand to look at it. Andrei, though, proved to be a professional actor, as you can see in the picture below. He pretended to vomit 10 times, rehearsing and inhaling that stuff (unless he has a special method of holding breath while you're falling on the floor and coughing at the same time). Thank God I was in the back, outside the set, watching the video assist and the bush with red flowers someone had placed on it.