Hooray! “Monk” just called and they need to extend the shoot another day so they’ll be here until Tuesday. I could happily live the rest of my life on a set although we overdid it yesterday with one gourmet meal after another. But there are no calories because it’s free, right? As usual, the actors pick at the salad bar while the crew gorges on plate after plate of excellent food. (I guess we’d be in the crew!) I loved watching John Turturro get into character but couldn’t bring myself to snap a picture of him or the other actors. There was a funny bit of dialogue in the episode they were shooting that reminded me of myself: one of the detectives was saying that Frankenstein was a suspect in the episode’s crime and Turturro's character kept interrupting him saying that Frankenstein was the name of the doctor who created the monster but not the monster itself. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said the same thing—maybe I do need that OCD intervention.
We were so exhausted last night that we all went to bed when we suddenly heard the location scout bounding up our stairs. At the last minute they decided to shoot a scene inside our house. We said fine, and apparently they were here until 2 am but we slept through it. The episode is called “Mr. Monk Goes Home Again” (maybe I’m not supposed to be revealing any of this!).
Leah crawled all over the set last night taking lots of pictures. You can check out her photo essay and commentary on her blog. But I’m relieved she wasn’t an extra since the filming was endless. I guess extras are now called “background,” at least that’s how the ones I spoke to introduced themselves. They regaled us with stories of the best craft services in town. Apparently “King of Queens” is the best show for food but none of the TV shows compare with the big movies. Oy, the budgets these production companies must have—more than the annual expenditure of a Third World country. Of course the first “background” person I spoke to was from my old neighborhood in Chicago and even went to Northwestern the same years I did.
As much as I could live without the real Halloween, I’ll be sorry to see this one go.
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