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Note to self: If looking for daytime exteriors for post-apocalyptic last-person-on-earth thriller without huge FX budget, downtown SF on rainy morning in June, a couple minutes past six a.m. on a Wednesday, will do the trick nicely. Just have that one gardener dude in city coveralls move out of the frame, hit “RECORD” and get shootin.
Labels: balls o'clock a.m., caffeine - cocaine - what's the diff, Jesus H. Christ in a sidecar drinking tequila, movie rules, way too old for this kind of shit anymore
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