Production 2, Production 3

I spent the better part of yesterday hating everyone and regretting my participation in the film. It's probably, in large part, a sleep deprivation thing.

Street shoot was a blast. Our car accident (photographs forthcoming) was sufficiently realistic that multiple passersby called the paramedics (the real ones); every time we heard sirens, Kirsten et al. would scramble hand-held shots. City of Chicago explicitly won't let me use the footage, but it was fun to shoot, just in case. Best, by far:

we're in the middle of setting up a shot; victims in the car, all "bloodied," smoke machine pumping plumes out from under the hoods; ambulance arrives; EMT hops out and runs up to the car, oblivious (I guess) to the boom mics, reflector screens, and -- uh, yeah -- camera crew, and leans in the smashed out window.

EXT. 53rd STREET

            EMT
       Are you alright?

VICTIM opens her eyes and looks up.

            VICTIM
       Yes.

            EMT
       I am going to take you to the hospital.

            VICTIM
       No. I'm fine. This isn't real blood.

            EMT
       Ma'am, You need to go to the hospital.

            VICTIM
       I'm an actor. I'm in a movie.

            EMT
       Ma'am--.

            VICTIM
       I'm in a movie right now.

Victim points at the CREW MEMBER sitting beside the car holding
a smoke machine hose. He grins and gestures at the CAMERA CREW.

EMT looks up, notices everyone.

            EMT
       What th--

The production's official City of Chicago POLICE ESCORT
approaches the EMT with a smirk. He mock-salutes.

            EMT (CONT'D)
   (Sheepishly)
       Sorry.

He returns to his ambulance, removing his latex gloves with apparent disappointment.