For example, the call for a "touch up" to a body part that normally wouldn't require make-up -- ever -- nary raises an eyebrow. Your MUA will just strut on in, dab or brush or apply this or that, and then saunter on out and check a monitor for how it reads on camera. Same thing for SPFX, hair, wardrobe....well, you get the idea.
So, it was one of those kinds of days when the AD asked for SPFX to "wrangle some meat for Mark's mouth" and a bunch of seasoned filmmakers began to giggle like school children. [It was pretty funny...even if you had every idea of the context for the request, it was strange enough to make one laugh.]
I mean, what card-carrying zombie doesn't require meat in their mouth?
And then you have moments of silliness when the director decides impishness is the order of the day.
First, he leaned over and apologized for "going in" and then asked if the barricade was up or down. When I told him "down" he disappeared. Next thing you know, the door in the scene opened and in place of the critical character we expected to come through and deliver her lines (to move the scene along), in pops the director, who proceeds to give our necking couple a rather homosexual stare, stomps his foot and then exits the scene the way he came in. The looks on the faces of the surprised couple was priceless...and so was the moment of levity.
Sometimes strange stuff can be good.
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