The scene is set, the lights are struck, the camera's are in position. My skeleton crew are in their place. My actors know their lines and ready to recite them after I give the command. This scene is set in a garage, and it is hot as hell. Six bodies are confined in a small space, with studio lights emitting heat, with only a small air vent on the side to give little comfort. I call out roll camera's! Yuri, my main cameraman, confirms he is recording. I call action! The actors start the scene, this is the climax of the film, and we have to make sure we get it right. Just as the actors start getting into the scene, a construction crew outside starts tearing up the driveway next door. I hang my head, there is nothing I can do about it. The sound will drown the audio out. I call cut, and open the garage door. A wave of fresh air gives us all relief. Sure enough the next door neighbors are tearing up their driveway for whatever purpose. My lead actor, Ian, goes over and talks to them and asks how long they will be. He comes back reports they will be about 20 minutes. What else can I do? 20 minutes can seem like a long time. I just call a 20 minute break, and catch my breath and wait when until we close that garage door again.
