Gaffer: “The guys are complaining that they’re only getting ten hours, but when we’re working fourteen, sixteen hours, they’ll coplain then, too.”
Best Boy: “Don’t worry about the crew… until they stop complaining.”
This was accompanied by a meaningful look, to which the Gaffer nodded slyly.
I’m not certain, but I may have just witnessed the birth of the Revolution.
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Michael hit this one dead on. Long hours always pay off… And long hours always means more mental frustration and complaining of course.
That’s an old military axiom about troops.
It’s expected that they’ll complain.
When they stop complaining, then you’ve got to worry about what they’re planning.
I agree with Michael. Seems like we always need to complain about something.
Another axiom that applies here is that no matter how good the caterer is, the crew will start complaining sometime during the 3rd week of shooting.
No revolution is coming. What you heard was simply the latest incarnation of the oldest lament in below-the-line Hollywood (at least since the unions came in): the only way to make real money is to work long hours. Nobody wants to work those hours, but we all want the money long hours deliver — so we complain either way, like dogs howling at the wind.
Sometimes, you just can’t win…