The only absolute certainty with film making is that things will go wrong. Very, very wrong. The fun part is waiting to find out exactly how. Will your actor break his foot the first weekend of shooting? Will your makeup department go AWOL on an effects heavy day with 14 actors waiting in chairs? Will you lose a location, a crucial bit of equipment, or find out that your animal actor actually can't speak french?
Yes. And you will suffer.
And suffer we are as predictably, a major speed-bump has hit Off Season. With exactly a month before shooting, we're suddenly scrambling to replace a key crew member. This has happened just at the moment where the schedule was set, actors and locations were squared away, and things were looking...so improbably good.
This crew-loss bomb exploded twenty minutes before we were set to cross over a hydro-electric dam into Uruguay. Uruguay, as lovely as it is (and it is lovely, the people we've met so far have been the warmest and friendliest ever) is not the place to be when dealing with a NYC film crisis. The internets at our hostel were Prodigy era slow (that's right, Prodigy!) and I couldn't get a strong enough connection to chat with Katie until long after our ulcers were well-marinated. We're already in solution seeky mode, and we need to be. Time is short.
On the travel front, we're not far from Salto, Uruguay's second largest city, in a smaller township called Termas de Dayman which is known mostly for its hot springs. So, the rich irony is that while my stress level has hit its apex, I'm in a place where old Uruguayans stroll around in bathrobes and drink copious amounts of orange soda.
Keep your fingers crossed for a Cold Hands miracle. Or, help us collect money to throw at the problem by reposting our desperate pleas for cash via our Kickstarter page. We're almost half way funded.
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