From May 30th, 2018
I was on a film set yesterday. I SEE YOU. Thriller. Cleveland.
I'm Mrs. Braun. 2 scenes.
Drove up night before and stayed at Marriott Courtyard by Cleveland Clinic.
Up at 4:30 A.M. Basecamp 5:30 A.M.
2nd AD, "Are you Teri?"
Key 2nd AD showed me trailer - "Honey Wagon" like first Indie (I was on) Ocean of Pearls - or Mooz-lum - attached to row of trailers with toilettes in between. Small with paper thin partitions - toilet, sink inside operated by foot pedal.
My make-up stylist and my hair said they were built in the '70's. That would explain the ashtray off my sink.
There was a narrow window with aluminum blinds with the opener wand broken off and a dead spider hanging curled from a middle slat, but a view of the Cuyahoga Channel (saw 2 skull boats going by.)
Hair/make-up had 3 stations. All were semi-cool air conditioned - anything better than the 90 plus outside though.
And a cushion to lie flat on.
So, despite my feeling of weirdness taking my morning dump in my closet size room and then sitting with it sans fan (and hearing the same from the trailer next to me) I was in heaven with my own private space.
In between scenes I took my undies off and hung them on a wall hook to air out (so hot they were wet - nice image.) So, private.
Despite the script definition for my character having short, close-cropped hair (I was hoping for a wig cap) hardly anything was done to my hair. Little make-up. Looked like me, really. Just like the other films. Like Jack Reacher - had hotel concierge snap iPhone pic on 2nd AD request. Hair told me, "Director doesn't want anything different." Some product run through - a comb. I think it's the color for the frame - either works or doesn't. Like all things.
Wardrobe designer, lovely, drove up week before and she fitted several options on me. Settled on jean skirt with kind of long-sleeve cotton henley tucked in and long sleeveless cardigan. Slip on mules. If it weren't Florida in the summer weather out it would have felt much better on.
Brought Sam up with me to fitting. Finished school 5/18. After, we went to beach. We were in Lakewood where set was house on water (Lake Erie) 3 weeks. Went to find beach and had 2 no-go's before settling on Metropark Huntington Beach (1st was private, 2nd never found.) GPS doesn't trell you public or private on nearby searches, or where entrance is when you've passed it.
Steps only down to the water - 2 tiers - and we settled down (shade - lovely) to have Sam want to walk to other end. We did, settled. Music playing, so up again to midway between stops 1 and 2 and settled. Sam off on cement breakers. Me eyes closed on back on towels. Shade. Breeze. Waves lapping. Bliss.
Joined Sam and eventually we skimmed stones - lots of flat ones - like my dad showed me - then stood on shore and tossed baseball (brought gloves.) Sam kept us out there a while despite my few attempts to quit (he can make a game of anything and did extending our play changing what a throw back and forth's count was from back and forth ='s 1, to 4 rounds =1, 6=1, etc. Very fun day. He went back to rocks and I to towels.
I noticed (as I did when we sat down) a lady with stroller and lots of beach toys talking to her children trying patiently to get older daughter to come in and go. Kids were in swim shirts and she a very cool denim suit cover and sunglasses, and I thought they looked like they probably lived around the expensive area, but their accents said otherwise - British. I thought about my British director I'd met a few weeks back at the callback. Wondered if... sure, because in big cities like Cleveland no one else could possibly have a foreign accent!
I watched "Mum" take 2 loads of toys and a bag up all the stairs and tell her son and daughter she'd be back (and again to get out of the water - 2 more families they'd been playing with and me their with eyes on them) and thought about the huge pram and going up the stairs and decided I'd offer help as SO many had done for me over the years traveling (Spain, airports) alone while (my husband) rode his bike.
Mum accepted my help when she came back and I asked, "Where from?"
"England." I smiled and sort of looked at her like, "Yes, obviously," and she said that some people thought she was from Australia, which I guess is like those in Spain who thought I was British, having no discernment for the accent.
She said, "London," and that her husband was working there 2 months.
"You're not with production, are you?"
"Yes."
"I'm playing Mrs. Braun, I'm Teri."
"You're kidding. I'm the director's wife."
I took the bottom of the pram as we went up. She said, "I don't want you take all the weight."
"It's fine." (It was.)
On set I saw the director and said, "I met your wife."
"Yes, she said you'd rescued her." I always think it's a small world (Disney song) getting smaller (me.)
I was given entire script to read (rare)_ and like Jack Reacher it read like a really great fiction book. Much more insight into my character.
Talking with Director and telling him about reading it he (very surprised sounding) asked, "You mean you didn't read it before the callback?"
"No. I only got it after I was cast." (Standard for me.)
I wonder if this was a bit of a wonder for him - "How could she have acted that way without reading the script?!?"
Right after showing up to base (camp) I met actor playing Mr. Braun (I keep thinking of Hitler's girlfriend Eva Braun - am I only one?) Gave big hug - everyone is so nice. He is reason I have photos - he took with his phone - us (selfie) in shuttle - us and Director after wrap at last location - we had all melted but somehow looked refreshed - and us plus Greg Alan Williams and Jon Tenney (leads.)
1st set up was downtown - base camp at Flat Iron district - on street The Deer Hunter film was shot - on porch of "dilapidated middle class house" and supposedly next to house Robert DeNiro lived in during Deer Hunter. Owner (never saw) was home. I shot in front doorway holding open screened storm door so I got to see behind me the entry hallway and partial view of room behind. Paneled wall on left. Old wooden changing table with peeling Winnie the Pooh wallpaper tacked on to half (thought of Sam's nursery in Dexter, MI house and used the emotions nicely for 1st take.) They always shoot stars 1st and though I get to practice this way all the freshness also dissipates slowly before my takes on camera and thus lies 1 challenge of a Day Player.) Some kind of safe maybe along paneled wall next to Pooh table. Across very dusty shelving unit with wedding photo. Miscellaneous figurines. Against back wall to right of entrance to room lots of fishing poles. A shelf along wall in room with cat carrier on it. Dim lighting.
Our brilliant and grounding 1st AD, "Very allergic to cats," and could smell the "cat smell." (Not me - guess after living with them 31 years I'm numb.)
The porch could only have "6" people on a time - made me wonder when 6 and 2 cameras - A and B - were on porch for my scene - whole thing on slant - street on huge slope - very like Pittsburgh or Charleston, W. V. Porch overhang with dark green peeling paint chips hanging from it. Rusted iron porch rails. Rusted dilapidated porch glider. Perfect for scene. Felt empathy for Owner - being judged.
"Told inside is horrible - unlivable and not to use bathroom," et. al. Port-a-potty which another said would "never use" hadn't "landed" and "still hadn't landed" after hour or more and inside toilet was offered. I was going to drop trow behind shed in community garden until neighborhood gardeners appeared, and then thankfully during turnaround went to base camp with Jon who had to go.
Told him my shooting with film students in Texas story - gorgeous location - early morning - where's bathroom? Nearest 1/2 hour away. We'll be here all day taking me back and forth. So had students - females of course - hold blanket up to fence while I went. #1 thankfully.
Schedule had me wrapped before lunch. Ended up staying. Some open area with tents, tables and chairs - lovely really (some, "We're eating OUTSIDE?!?" because of heat really and what we're wearing.) Good food.
Shuttled back to base for touch-ups us in scene (minus Greg, he went earlier) and with kids and dad's - 2 boys whose IMDB credits read like seasoned veterans, and Jeremy (my son.) We were midway through his (and our last) scene our back before lunch. His make-up - a 3 hour job - a real treat to see up close - can't wait to see on screen. Lovely actor.
Note: End of entry - probably had to go to set. Rest of day filled with more of same - despite scorching temperatures even for Ohio humidity in late May, cast and crew did exceptional working through and supporting each other, and at one point a crew member gave one of the leads an industrial sized looking personal hand-held fan. That fan ended up being held by every one of us actors at some point, or one of the actors holding the fan to blow on another one in between takes. We were so comfortable with each other towards the end of the shoot I'd made a comment about blowing the air up my skirt save for it becoming some kind of a hashtag activist movement on social media and another actor had said he'd thought the same. (I shared my Nana's phrase, "Whatever blows your skirt up," for 'whatever you want' and no one had ever heard it and laughed.) I See You is set for release in 2019.
