I wouldn't call it an occupation. More like a bad marriage.
Living the low-life in Hong Kong now. Post-production is on. No more brief encounters with actors who look like they were raised on special hormone formulas to produce large mouths and larger tah-tahs. Noodles, curry, and Cantonese tabloids keep my soul alive.
One of the weirder things seen in working on this film: living green screens. They have these dudes dress up in day-glo green and run around the actresses while they are playing bikini volleyball. When they jump for a spike, a little green dude runs up behind her and picks her up. Down the line they'll erase the green dude, but for now they are permanently doing damage to my subconscious as I have to hours of footage of women being fondled by green men.
Living the low-life in Hong Kong now. Post-production is on. No more brief encounters with actors who look like they were raised on special hormone formulas to produce large mouths and larger tah-tahs. Noodles, curry, and Cantonese tabloids keep my soul alive.
One of the weirder things seen in working on this film: living green screens. They have these dudes dress up in day-glo green and run around the actresses while they are playing bikini volleyball. When they jump for a spike, a little green dude runs up behind her and picks her up. Down the line they'll erase the green dude, but for now they are permanently doing damage to my subconscious as I have to hours of footage of women being fondled by green men.