Thursday, August 31, 2006

A poem for 1 2



Swing a boom.
Dress a set, listen so you don’t forget.

Don’t stand in anyone’s light, tape the cables down tight.

No body remembers arguments,
some recall conflicts,
most will talk about units tits.

Stand by the monitor
Look like you know.
Tell her the camera will be on her,
That you’ve got the scenes flow.

Don’t ask when lunch is,
Or make the lead laugh by taking the piss.

Treat you’re crew like they are you’re family
Because is many, many ways
They can be.

Do everything you’re asked,
Let everything that needs too
Pass.

Read the script,
Think the DOP is a dick
But never….


Try to direct.

1 Comments:

At 10:19 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

[[[thats awesome tza, you are a god
]]]

 

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