Deep and Sticky

From the shooting of Airboss. This proves that every once in a while, the PA does have it right.

We finish the night with an infiltration/tank battle. We have our remaining PAs dressed as Navy SEALs moving through the background while Frank and Bone converse in foreground. Unfortunately, they’re all ignoring my direction and not walking where I want them.

I go to kick a little ass. “What the fuck are you guys doing in the treeline,” I demand. “I told you to walk out there, where I can see you.”

“It’s muddy out there,” one of them whines.

I go a little nuts, no sleep, remember, and a lot of pressure. Now I’ve got a bunch of little crybabies worried about getting mud on their shoes. Hell, not even on their shoes, on Chris’ shoes. What the fuck kind of losers are film schools putting out these days?

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” I begin, “it’s a little mud. Just fucking do it. I want the three of you, in a line, here, here and...” I take two steps, to demonstrate placement, and sink into mud that is literally past my knees.

I look back at the PAs. They shrug.

I gingerly pull myself out of the muck. My boot comes off, and I’m forced to reach down into the hole in the mud and pull it out. It’s full of mud. I empty it best I can and slide it back on my foot.

“Stay in the treeline” I say. “I’ll move camera.” I walk back to Chris, squish, squish, squish.