
I have survived my first international film shoot but not without some minor stress related trauma. At the beginning of the week, weather forecasters were predicting rain for the first day of my shoot. By the end of the week they were describing something akin to an apocalyptic monsoon. As the predictions grew worse and worse, I became more and more unhinged. I woke up in the middle of the night haunted by dreams of teenage performers crying and their parents screaming at me for being unprepared. I was so panicked I tried to hire a mobile home to house the cast and crew. Thankfully the storm never came. It did rain intermittently but the frame I rented enabled us to continue shooting and kept everyone dry!

While I was making drastic plans to accommodate the weather, I didn’t consider that anything else could go wrong. But alas, the phrases ‘problem free’ and ‘film shoot’ rarely belong in the same sentence. On the second day we were running behind schedule but everything was going well. The father of one of my actors was in a hurry to leave and kept asking when we would finish. It put a lot of pressure on the crew and I found his presence very unnerving. His daughter was playing the role of Sarah. She was two shots away from finishing and I was preparing the poster for her final scene when the trouble began. As I was writing ‘French Kiss and more $10’ he said ‘What does this mean?’ I said ‘Don’t you remember? It’s in the script that I sent you.’ Then he said ‘I haven’t read the script but I don’t like this movie and I don’t want my daughter to be in it.’ I couldn’t cry I was too angry. Around 30 girls auditioned for the role. My casting ad was very clear - ‘Sarah: female, 13-15, all ethnicities, she’s precocious and insecure and often uses her burgeoning sexuality to attract attention.’ We managed to compromise and we filmed Stephanie’s last two shots but I was forced to leave the sign as ‘Kiss $1’ which killed one of the film’s biggest jokes and took away some of the significance of Sarah’s character.


Apart from that incident I really can’t complain. My crew was very supportive and I was touched by all the hard work they put into the film. The teen actors were very patient and seemed to get along well together. We enjoyed overhearing their conversations as they talked about parties they had been to and music they liked. You know you’re old when ‘teenager speak’ sounds completely foreign to you. The neighbourhood we filmed in, East Williamsburg, was so friendly and about ten people stopped to donate money to my fictional charity ‘Africa Eats’. My AC, Greg, was even asked for a kiss from a passerby when he sat in the booth!

A couple of days before the shoot the actor who I had cast as the ‘Old Man’ pulled out of the project but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I found Steve Arons. He’s a wonderful actor who was perfect for the role and super friendly!

