One Little, Two Little, Three Little Film Shoots

An insane number of things have been happening the past few weeks, so I apologize for falling off the face of the Blogger. I'll try to be brief in the recounting of my various endeavors, but I really like to talk about myself, so it's not likely.

That's just so me, you know?

Well, to jump straight to the big event: PRODUCTION. [insert regal trumpet music]

Eight days of madness! It was like Channukah, without the gefilte. The basic schedule was like this: our six separate film teams divided up into two groups, and then crewed for each other's movies. We had a different responsibility for each. So on my own set I worked as the director, but on another I was Assistant Camera (focus pulling FO LYFE), and on another I was... well... technically I was the gaffer, but I don't know poop about lighting, so I mostly just filled in as a grip (Professional Mover-Of-Stuff) and a clapper (no, not a person who cheers from the sidelines and offers moral support... the person who claps that little black-and-white slate and yells, "MARK IT!"). And at some point on that set I somehow became assistant director. Don't ask me.

Call times were usually around 7am, and we would all meet at the shooting locations to begin setting up equipment. The first shoot, which shall hereon be referred to as The First Shoot, made 7am call times a little less painful because the shooting location was in the apartment two floors above where I live. Roll out of bed at 6:45? You bet.

The First Shoot was great, for many reasons.

Many Reasons Why The First Shoot Was Great

1. We were shooting a comedy
2. The cast was good-humored
3. The crew was good-humored
4. Our camera supervisor Jaro is insane/my hero
5. There was a constant supply of rolls and cream cheese
6. We usually finished each shoot early
7. It was all shot in one location (meaning we didn't have to spend hours loading/unloading heavy equipment all over Prague)
8. We got to play with fake blood

Meatloaf and blood, m'lady?

You seem slightly startled. "A bloody comedy?! What is this, Hot Fuzz? And why am I suddenly talking like a Brit?" Nope, even better. That fake blood you see there is all menstrual, baby.

"OKAY JESSICA, I'VE HEARD SOME VULGAR JOKES FROM YOU BUT THAT'S JUST DISGU--"

I kid you not. The First Shoot's plot calls for obscene amounts of menstrual blood. I, for one, am a huge fan of this film and can't wait to see how it turns out. When the videos are all finished I'll see about posting links to them in this blog.

Moving on to the second shoot... MAH SHOOT.

It.
Was.
GREAT.

My teammates and I were stressing out because our lead actress cancelled on us the day before the shoot. But we found a replacement-- the wonderful and incomparable Petra-- and everything turned out swell. We had two locations for our shoot... the first day was spent shooting all our "hospital" scenes. We faked a hospital location in the hallways of the studio... it is truly amazing what a large potted plant and a few "medical" signs can do.

After a full 12-hour day of shooting, my teammates Julia, Dan and I hauled all the equipment to a remote apartment belonging to a friend, where we would spent the last two days shooting.

That ain't even all the equipment. Now, as each piece of this equipment is worth at least a third of my college education, we were not allowed to leave it unattended in this apartment. So...

The three of us had a lovely slumber party! Yup, two nights. Surrounded by several thousand dollars' worth of filming equipment. Beautiful.

The schedule for our film was tight. All three days were more or less 12-hour working days, and that only applied to our cast and crew. Once everyone went home, Julia, Dan and I went back to intense planning and preparation for the next day. Did I mention how much sleep I got throughout this whole ordeal?

Not much.

The rush of seeing our ideas being set up and shot all around us was unreal for me. Some things came out exactly as I had pictured them; other things turned out differently and often worked better than my original vision. Dan, who was the Director of Photography, did some incredible things with the cinematography.

THE overhead tracking shot! This was a very exciting moment for all of us.

In the meantime, Julia the Art Director/Assistant Director kept my frazzled mentality in check by ensuring that everyone was where they needed to be and that Dan and I were sticking to the schedule... which is really difficult to do when you go into crazy-filmmaker-mode.

Julia, of course, is the picture of sanity.

While I've directed plays and things of the like before, I've never directed a film... at least, never a film of this magnitude... so I was pretty nervous the night before our film's production began. But I gotta say, everyone in our crew was on the ball. Each person played such a huge role in making our potentially-hectic film shoot a smoothe and, dare I say, exhilerating experience. I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to be working on our movie.

Also a first: working with a child actor. I love kids. I love teaching kids. But this was difficult for me. When you're working with a child actor, you can't communicate with them the way you would an older actor. You have to make very specific choices in deciding how to get them to do what you want. It's hard, especially if you're dumb and stock the set with cookies and then the kid gets cracked out on sugar.

THIS guy.

Luckily, he is the actual son of the actor who plays his father, so when things got a little too difficult I was able to let Dad handle it.

So: yes! Three days of an amazing shoot! I had so much fun! Exclamation mark!

The Third Shoot was a little helter skelter, not gonna lie. But everyone was still as helpful as on the other two shoots and we all made it through. This shoot had the most locations-- three-- so in case I wasn't already an old pro at moving all that equipment up and down copious flights of stairs, this just reaffirmed it.

Want to know the cool thing (one of them, anyway) about this shoot?

CAMEOOOOOOOOOOO!

Yup, I played a jaded teenage daughter. You'll see me for a good 5-10 seconds in the final movie, plugged into my music and hating my uncool parents.

Like so.

Ooh! Julia was in it, too! As the beautiful but incompetent hairdresser.

That shoot was only two days, which was probably for the best. We were all extremely exhausted by the end of production.

But not too exhausted to celebrate Thanksgiving, which was on the last day of shooting! We decided to celebrate Turkey Day and the end of production by doing the most American thing we could think of: dressing up klass-ay and dining at TGI Friday's.

...The meal was overpriced and sub-par. But the excellent company more than compensated! I have grown so close to all of these people (and others not present in photo). I'm really going to miss them when this is all over. In a week.

Oh, and by the way... we celebrated REAL Thanksgiving as well. Culture shock moment! Czechs don't celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, you think about it for about 3 seconds and... well, duh. But the very notion: our dear Czech buddies have never had a Thanksgiving dinner! SO... we Uh-murricans pushed our desks together, covered them with table cloths (a.k.a. bed sheets, 'cause we're klass-ay), and held a MASSIVE Thanksgiving feast.

Everyone brought something to the table... literally. And by "everyone" I mean all 16 members of the study abroad program. That's 16 dishes right there! Granted, our Czech friends helped us eat all that food. All the same, I was in a major food coma post-feast.

Oh! And for whoever's interested, I made sweet potato casserole. :) It was nom-tastic, if I do say so myself.

It was a lovely evening of friendship and giving thanks. We all went around the table and said what we were grateful for, and Arwen and Rocky even reenacted the story of Thanksgiving for our Czech friends while Jack narrated. It may be the best Thanksgiving I've ever had. And I KNOW it was the best our Czech friends ever had.
"Silly Jessica, it's the ONLY Thanksgiving they've ever had!"

You're smart... too smart.

Countless other wonderful things have happened since Thanksgiving, but I'm afraid that's for another blog. Time to edit with my team, as I have been doing all day. Adieu!

Get Animated

Cool stuff happening. The pre-production of our movie is gaining some serious momentum. When I mentioned it to our movie it slapped me and called me an insensitive pig.

We have one of our two locations, an apartment, on lock. Whoopee! Now all that's left is finding the hospital, and since apparently it's near impossible for a film student to find a hospital around here that's willing to let us run amuck with video cameras, we've had to get extra resourceful. My teammate Dan and I spent a good chunk of today sneaking around clinics trying to see what places could reasonably pass as a hospital hallway.

Er... I mean--

WE RECEIVED PERMISSION FROM AUTHORIZED OFFICIALS TO EXPLORE SEVERAL MEDICAL FACILITIES FOR THE SCHOLARLY PURPOSES OF ADVANCING OUR EDUCATION.

There may be a fairly promising gynecology clinic in our midst... though what I really would love to shoot in is this medical facility we sort of stumbled into. It's hella old, and kinda creepy looking... the perfect place for our story to resolve, since it is somewhat of a creepy story.

And on Friday I visited a Czech elementary school to see about finding a child to act in our movie. My acting professor over here teaches English to these children at a nearby school, so I tagged along to help out in class and see if any of them might have that special Hollywood glow. Well, I have this to say: THEY'RE... SO... CUTE! Hyper-active, but so cute. We sang Raffi. Raffi. You know what I'm talking about.

I also read them "The Little Old Lady Who Wasn't Afraid of Anything," and we played a game where you had to guess whose feet belonged to who. It was great. I want to post pictures of them, but I'm afraid that might be creepy.

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Sorry, had to. LOOK AT THOSE FACES.

Anyway, that was my Friday. Oh! Also my Friday: going to an underground bar/club called "Bunker." It was literally underground, because it was literally a bunker. Well, it used to be, anyway... before they turned it into a local hotspot. It was really cool, I wish I had brought my camera.

And then there's Saturday-- photos abound! Some other people from my program and I spent the whole day in HAFAN Studio, making our very own animation! This place is crazy. It's just floor-to-ceiling with (somewhat creepy) dolls and toys and posters. Kind of like my room back home.

Anyway, this has got to be one of the coolest things CIEE has lined up for us. It was a lot of work; stop-animation is an incredibly time-consuming process. Just to give you an idea, we were there for 7 hours and produced a 15-second animation... and we were pretty efficient sons of biscuits! Can you imagine how much time goes into a feature-length animation? Such as Jedné Noci Jednom Město, the award-winning stop-motion animation that was produced at HAFAN Studio? I MUST see it, it looks incredible.

Isn't that adorable?

As with any activity involving puppets, there was much frivolity and merriment. I had a lot of fun spending the day making our little animation. Photos, yeah?

Interchangeable heads, anyone?

On the set.

A part of the studio being used to create a children's television show.

I animated this guy in our film. We're... like... besties.

The gang's all here!

These are everywhere.

OOGA BOOGA BOOGA

Want to see the final product?!? You do. You totes do. It's only 30 seconds with credits, which is about the maximum you can do in the time we were given. You see that dude bobbing his head by the doorway? I animated him. I also drew the miniature Biggie Smalls concert poster... not sure which is a bigger point of pride for me. Ultimately, however, the entire animation was a big collaboration, and I was fortunate enough to work with an awesome group of friends.

Filmapalooza!

Lock and load. Film stuff is gettin' REAL.
This is the last week that we have our film classes (except for my three elective courses, whatevs). So basically, what this means is that my Mondays (class from 10:40-7:45) just got a whole lot easier.

...Right?

WELL not quite. I'll admit I'm sort of basking in the calm before the storm-- at this juncture we have the final draft of the literary screenplay, a draft of the technical screenplay, and the shot list.

SPEEDY FILM VOCAB SESH

Literary screenplay: The script with all the dialogue, character description, and action.
Technical screenplay: A mangled version of the literary screenplay filled with information on the shots, locations, sounds, props, costumes, and any special camera stuff.
Shot list: A list of all the different shots that will be in the movie, as in what each shot will be. We've got close-ups out the ying yang.

OMG CLOSE-UP

...Sorry, I just wrote an essay on this movie. If you haven't, you MUST see Carl Dreyer's La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc. It's a silent movie, but holy moly is it good. Emotionally exhausting, but good.

We now return to our regularly scheduled shenanigans.

Now that all our script stuff is done, the tedious part of the filmmaking process is about to go full-swing. We need to find the locations of where we're going to shoot; meet with casting agencies to find our actors; draw storyboards (little cartoon panels of what each shot will look like); draw blueprints of the blocking, lighting and camera placement... a lot of stuff. All I can say is, thank goodness we've got production managers to help fanagle all the permits and paperwork and junk.

OH and did I mention that we're making our movie in Czech? Yup. English subtitles. So I've got to rassle up some Czech friends to help translate the script. As director, one of my biggest worries is the potential language barrier that may arise when I'm working with the actors. It's likely that we can find Czech actors in their 30-somethings who speak at least a little English (enough, anyway), but there's a little kid in our movie, and it's going to be very difficult to find a 6-year-old boy who speaks English. I suppose we'll have a translator of some kind on set, but... still. Madness. If one year ago someone came up to me and said, "Hey Jessica, you're going to make a film in Czech," I would probably have responded, "What's Czech?"

MADNESS! I love it.

Speaking of things that I love, my fellow Whittier College friend Chelsea is studying abroad in Copenhagen this semester and she is visiting Praha! She gets here tomorrow and I am quite excited.

OH! And before I go-- I'll leave you with this bit of depressing information. Halloween is not a big deal in the Czech Republic. Had I not known yesterday was October 31st I wouldn't even have been able to tell it was the Halloween season. Someone placing a little bare, uncarved pumpkin on their doorstep is going "all-out" with Halloween decorations. Since Halloween is hands down my favorite holiday, this all made me very

My American FS cohorts and I dressed up and had a little Halloween party of our own, so at least I got to celebrate in some way. But still... I only ate one piece of candy last night. ONE. Upsetting? I'd say so. Sigh... I suppose the vast quantity of trick-or-shots is a small consolation.

YOU know.

Shameless Tourism: Great Success

Last week was fabulous. Proc? Because my grandparents came and visited! This was great for many reasons. I got to see two of my favorite familiar faces, I got to introduce my two worlds ("Hello, Magical Prague Land, this is A Slice of Home. Slice of Home, meet Magical Prague Land")... and it was the perfect excuse for me to check out all the cool things I've avoided for fear of being a shameless tourist. Well, I was a tourist, and I was pretty shameless. It was awesome.

So here's a brief overview of the events in the Grandparent itinerary:

1. Went to Old Town Square and showed them the astronomical clock. I don't know if I've posted a picture of it yet, but this clock is kind of a big deal.

cRaZy

2. Crossed the Charles Bridge ("THE" bridge of Prague... it's gorgeous but always crowded with tourists and caricature artists) and explored Lesser Town, the pretty little town down around Prague Castle. There's lots of little shops and things, and this insane little walkway we discovered. It's so narrow, they've set up a Walk/Don't Walk signal on either end!

WALK

DON'T WALK AHHH

Very silly.

3. Saw a production of Don Giovanni at the National Marionette Theatre. Okay, I really had high hopes for this because the notion of opera performed by puppets seems like a recipe for success... but I can't really say I enjoyed it all that much. I consider both opera and puppetry to be legitimate art forms, and this theatre seemed to be making fun of both. Prague is known for its for its puppetry, so I know there's got to be some good productions out there, but once again, the mantra of "If it's in Old Town Square, be skeptical" has rung true. In any case, I'm still holding out for Dracula Musical.

100 blog bucks if you know what movie this is from.

4. Visited the Dali exhibit. "Isn't that in Figueres, Spain?" No, that's the Dali Museum. This was a small exhibit packed with the fascinating and disturbing-on-a-freudian-level artwork of Salvador Dali. It might not have been a very exciting exhibit for the avid Dali aficionado, but I found it to be a delightful crash course in his work.

5. Visited the National Gallery. After my visit here during the first or second week, I had to show them the monstrous gallery. We were there for a couple hours, and even moving at a relatively fast pace we STILL didn't get all the way through. Anyone coming to Prague MUST visit the National Gallery, but be prepared to spend the whole day there.

6. Visited the Franz Kafka Museum. Yep, a lot of museum exhibits this trip. This one was by far my favorite. The museum is a very ominous but honest look into the... complex to say the least... life of renowned writer Franz Kafka. I learned a lot. And got a T-shirt! And in my Czech literature course we're reading a ton of Kafka (whoo!), so I came into class this week feeling like a total smarty-pants.

7. On the weekend we took a day trip to Tábor, a small, quiet town outside of Prague. This place was recommended by a FAMU professor because it's a gorgeous glimpse of Prague without all the fervor of tourism. We took a train ride there that was perhaps an hour... it was a very exiciting time for me because we sat in compartments. LIKE IN HARRY POTTER.

Oh yeah, and the view of the countryside was cool I guess. BUT OH MA GAH WE'RE ON THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS!

After visiting Tábor, I've decided that I must return to this pretty little town when it starts snowing, because it looks like the kind of place they model Christmas cards after. The buildings in Tábor all look like little gingerbread houses! Honestly, I kept expecting penguins and magical elves to pop out of nowhere and offer me candy canes.

The streets of Tábor wind every which way... apparently they originally built the city like this to thwart invaders. If by invaders they mean "American tourists who are used to streets that conform to a grid system," then it works like a charm.

Statue of Jan Hus. He's kind of a big deal.

 

Alas, there were no candy canes... but we got some amazing sweets at the cukarna!

Gee, this picture looks familiar...

So, whilst in Tábor, in addition to putting around and enjoying the town:

8. We visited the Hussite Museum. It was pretty cool, but a little difficult to appreciate since a lot of the information was in Czech. Still, there were some very fascinating artifacts from the Hussite Wars, and some awesome little scenes that I can only imagine some major Czech nerd geeking out about while they were constructing them:

Heck, I know I would.

9. We traveled through the town's underground tunnel. This was pretty cool. The people in the town used to have breweries under their homes because the temperature underground was perfect. After they stopped using them the people connected all the breweries with tunnels. When my grandma asked the tourguide why, she said, "For tourists." Face palm. But I totally bought into it... I thought it was pretty cool!

Much like this photo... right?

10. We saw an exhibit on the "Treasure of Tábor." Okay, so imagine you're some archaeologist in 2001 just absently digging in what's left of an old house in Tábor that was burned down a long ago... now imagine you suddenly find an complete clay jar dating back to the 1500s... now imagine that jar is FILLED with hundreds of silver coins! Now imagine you find ANOTHER jar ALSO filled with silver coins! And then on top of that you find a series of ancient Gothic tiles AND several household artifacts like jars and combs and rings and stuff!! AHHHH TREASURE OVERLOAD!!!

Shwing.

Yeah, it was pretty cool.

So that's more or less the grandparent experience. That, and a fair deal of shopping, and a fair deal of trying new restaurants all around the city. A pretty cool one was Výtopna, a restuarant where your beer is brought to you by toy trains. Yes, it made me just a little giddy.

Hope You Saved Room For Dessert

Get ready for one sweet blog. (See what I did there?)

I'll be honest, I haven't tried all the Czech desserts yet-- which is very strange considering I'll eat anything if someone sprinkles sugar on it. But Czech desserts are like nothing you'll find back in America. There's tons to choose from and they use some pleasantly surprising ingredients; definitely worth trying out. And hey, if you don't like them, then there's always good ol' zmrzlina.

Osm kopečky, prosím!

Most Czech desserts revolve around three things: sugar, fruit and starch. For instance:

Ovocné Knedlíky (oh-votz-nay kned-lee-kee)
Fruit-filled dumplings. Yes! You can have dumplings for dinner AND dessert! Just know that there's a  strictly enforced bring-your-own-wheelchair policy so you're able to leave the restaurant. You can bank on these being filled with some sort of berry, like blueberries or strawberries, though I don't think apple is unheard of. I tried these during the first week of my stay here, after nomming hardcore on my first-ever smažený sýr. Every part of my body kept begging me not to take another bite-- but my tastebuds overruled.

Koláče (ko-lot-chay)
There's a million variations of this, including the name (I wasn't quite sure which one would yield the best Google Image results). This reminded me a lot of a danish when I tried it. It's a flat roll made out of a sweet dough, and on top is some variety of fruit/jam-y stuff, some kind of sweet cream cheese, and poppy seeds mixed into a type of sugary paste. You can find poppy seeds in a lot of Czech dishes (such as pasta with olive oil and poppy seeds... I may have to try it). They work very nicely on the koláče to counterbalance the tart sweetness of the fruit and cream cheese.

Ovocný Pohár (oh-votz-nee po-har)
Fruit sundae. This one is very simple but it is superb. They take a glass that might otherwise be used for wine or beer, and fill it with fruit, ice cream and whipped cream (sometimes they'll get fancy shmancy and stick a wafer or something in there). During my stay in Písek I tried one with vanilla ice cream and raspberries. SO GOOD.

Palačinky (pal-uh-ching-kee)
LOVE me some palačinky! Palačinka means "pancake." In central Europe (or perhaps all of Europe... I haven't done enough traveling yet) pancakes are served as desserts. They're not thick honkin' slabs-o-pancake like you get at IHOP (though the sugar content is probably similar); they're very thin and crepe-like. You can create a pretty dank ("awesome," if you aren't hip to the So-Cal lingo) dessert pancake by filling it with any combination of the following: ice cream, hot fudge, fruit, whipped cream, nuts, etc.

Using all of them at once: instant win!

Strůdl (stroo-dul)
Don't you dare come all up in my blog and tell me you've never had strudel.

Dalkove Kolacky (doll-ko-vay ko-lotch-kee)
At least I think that's what they're called. I haven't tried these but I see them everywhere. It's either a sugar or shortbread cookie with some type of fruit jam filling, complete with a little smiling face on the top. This is perfect; I always like to look my food in the eye before I eat it. ("I thought she said she was a vegetarian...") I couldn't find an exact picture of them, but here's the basic idea:

Gee thanks, photographersdirect.com!

Medovník (meh-dov-neek)
Honey cake. It's a light, fluffy cake with layers of cake, honey, cinnamon... some other stuff, depending on the variation. I haven't tried this yet, but there is a slice in my fridge that I imagine will be gone within the next 24 hours (an optimistic estimate).

And the reason I haven't eaten it yet is only because I just consumed...

Marcipán (mar-tsee-pawn)
Okay, so maybe this isn't necessarily a "traditional" Czech dessert. But I got it from a traditional Czech cukrárna (sweet shop), so it counts... right? For those who don't know, marzipan is a sweet almond paste. People sculpt it into all sorts of elaborate shapes... finally,  artwork I can both appreciate and digest! The one I got today was a ball of cake with a layer of marzipan in the middle and marzipan around the outside. It was sinfully sweet. And just look at that face! I almost felt bad eating something so adorable. Almost.

Also featured: slice of medovník and chocolate-covered sticks of marcipán. Yeah, I'm a fatty, wanna fight about it?