DAY SIXTEEN – SCLUB FOIL PLAN Q, BREAK OUT OF JAIL (AGAIN!) AND WE SEE VICTOR IN HIS CASTLE. After wrap last night we drove the 80km to Cardonna where we will stay and shoot till the end of our schedule. Some of us are priveleged to be staying in the 1200 year old castle where we have placed Victor’s dastardly facility. The braver and dearer souls of our beloved crew are staying in a smattering of other local hostelries in the area. But this morning I awake in my six poster bed to the sound of rain. With his customary sang froid John has engineered a miracle overnight and changed the schedule so we can remain inside but all our gear is 2 miles away in the salt mine where we should have spent the day. The problems keep on coming. The water here is really weird and Jo can’t get the shampoo out of her hair. Joan (driving from Barcelona in the morning downpour) has a puncture in his car on the motorway and the wife of Luis has been swept away in her car in Casteldefels on the coast just a kilometre away from where we shot Snapper’s caravan last week. Luckily she’s OK but the car will need a few days in the spin dryer. Remarkably, and with much humour, we are able to stage our first scene just three hours after call and finish the day with all scenes complete just five minutes later than scheduled but Alan has had to do much scene-juggling to keep us out of the bunkers. Only 23 set-ups but we got the day.
Unsung Heroes of the set part 106: The Electricians. It seems that Electricians the world over look the same. They wear heavy shoes and a thick belt from which they hang their sturdy gloves, clips, pegs, small rolls of gel and flashlights. They work hard, very hard, carrying in the massive lights and and the monstrously heavy cables and its dangerous work too. By the time I am back in my hotel room tonight they will still be coiling up the equipment to pack it onto the truck. Our gaffer Adria is quiet and studious, a tall man with a dense ball of curly hair and he’s constantly shadowed by the even taller Edu who wears stripey pants and looks like a guitar player from a particularly interesting rock band. Deborah is our only lady spark. It is not unusual to see ladies doing this strenuous job and like all women she works even harder than the guys to show she is as tough as they are. She seems to work constantly, furiously, sometimes she laughs and her face creases at the eyes and she lights the set up brighter than the Wall-O-Lites she connects with her heavy cables.