Showing posts with label Strong Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Strong Love. Show all posts

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Makin' Moobies

Over at our house, we've been making a movie.

No, really.

It's hard work. Plus when you're finished, you have to fill all the holes.

The film, called "Strong Love," is scary and romantic. The black & white photos are stills from the film, which stars Jeff Elam and Karen Zumsteg (both pictured) and is directed by my husband, John Sandel.

This week, we shot at Mountain View Cemetery and Mausoleum in Altadena. I love this place. Really. I know it's a cemetery, but wow.

If you've got to die, you want folks to put you here.

This door is my favorite thing in the Mausoleum. And upstairs, there's a rooftop crypt I like.

We also shot out on the grounds. Left to right: Elvis Metcalf, Assistant Director; Marilyn Morris, Sound Designer; John Sandel, Director; Wael Shukha, Director of Photography (here with his Steadicam rig); Glen Silva, Assistant Camera (his site's not finished but you gotta love his url), and Rosemary Stevens, who is, as we say in the business, "talent."

   
Our crew consisted of seasoned pros as well as newbies, all of whom were amazing to work with, a supportive and professional group. Also thanks to Andrew Boyle, Eric Michael Kochmer, Greg Bell, Whit Spurgeon, and Chris Frederick. You guys made it a wonderful day. More pictures on Facebook.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Dog Wrangler

John and crew have been shooting his short film, Strong Love, at our house. My job is "dog wrangler."

During the two days of shooting last week I made myself scarce and took Boz to Burbank for play dates. But at 4:30 in the afternoon it's time for Boz to eat. Dinner has to happen because he's got a tummy like a clock. I could take kibble with me in the car, right? Not exactly. This puppy is 14 years old, with a gastrointestinal system like a 19th century sewer. He gets hamburger with his pills. So I brought him home for meals.

After dinner and a long walk, Boz and I closed ourselves in my office and he napped while I worked. Sometimes, between shots, we'd take a break. Dogs just have to be in the middle of things. I don't think he even liked it but he had to be there. (Thus the need for a dog wrangler.)

Two more days of shooting are set to happen in a couple of weeks. That's bonding time for the dog wrangler and her pal.


Be sure and vote before midnight tonight for your favorite of this past week's entries in the Camelot Where You Are photo contest! (Poll at upper left.)