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Thursday, April 20, 2006

Locations, Locations, Locations

These days, most of SoCal Film Group's biggest headaches don't come from trying to find good equipment or skilled crew or talented actors - they come from trying to find cool places to shoot our films.

If we were in Skokie or Four Corners, we could probably get people to let us shoot on their property for free, just so they could see a film crew in action. But in the greater Los Angeles area? Forget it. If you want to shoot on someone's property, you'd better be ready to shell out some serious dough, especially once you factor in power and insurance on top of the fees.

Here's an example - for one of our earliest projects, Steve And Danny Fuck Up, we had written a scene in a junkyard. You know, piles of rusted cars, assorted and unidentifiable mechanical doohickeys lying around; you should get a tetanus shot if you just drive by the place.

We found a couple of possibilities, out in the middle of nowhere, and figured they'd let us shoot there for the cost of feeding their junkyard dogs for a few days. Boy howdy, were we surprised when we got their quotes. Thousands of dollars a day, plus we'd have to bring in our own generators and get millions of dollars of liability insurance.

Liability insurance? For a JUNKYARD? What were they afraid we would do, break their already-broken shit?

Huh. Still bitter, I guess.

Anyway, we ended up having to drive halfway to Barstow on Interstate 15, and shot the scene in the middle of the desert. The upside was, we could shoot for free; the downside was we had to cram 8 people and equipment into two cars for a 2-hour drive, and Danny Grossman and I had to buy everybody a steak dinner as payment for making the trek.

We've been very lucky to have the support of the North Hollywood Masonic Lodge. We've shot maybe a dozen films in various rooms of that building, and we also hold our auditions there. No one has found Jimmy Hoffa or the National Treasure yet, but we're still looking.

Shooting on public property is somewhat different. We've made nearly 40 short films by now, and I think we've applied for a filming permit exactly once. We've spent three days in a public parking lot, staged kidnappings on the streets of Santa Monica, filmed on Universal CityWalk, driven on public streets with cameras strapped to the hood of the car, shot on the harbor docks, filmed a bunch of high school students setting up for Senior Prom, recreated a street full of hookers near LAX, you name it.

Every once in a while a police officer will drive up and ask us what we're doing, and if we have a permit. We've learned two important things:

1) Police officers generally aren't dicks; they don’t need to demonstrate their authoritay by rousting young filmmakers, and

2) Police officers hate being lied to. This is one of the few things that will overpower #1.

So, don't lie. Tell them you couldn't afford a permit, because your film's entire budget is 28 bucks and change. Tell them you'll leave if they want you to, but you'd appreciate it if they would allow you to stay for another hour or so, and then you'll be gone. Tell them, if anyone complains, you'll pack up and leave right then.

We've had some good results from taking that tack. Even when the cops told us we had to leave anyway, they weren't jerks about it; they were just doing their jobs. Don't take it personally.

And have a Plan B. Before you start shooting for the day, make sure all the cast & crew knows about your alternate location(s). If you get rousted, you're not going to be able to gather everyone for a huddle and confer about where you should go next - you have to be packing immediately. So scout a few decent locations, and make sure everyone knows where to go for your secondary location if you get bumped off your primary location.

I'm curious about how other ultra-low-budgie filmmakers find their locations. Do you have any tricks or techniques you'd like to share?

2 Comments:

At 2:29 PM, Kip Stolberg said...

One of my best friends was the North Dakota Film Commissioner and told a story from a Unsolved Mysteries shoot. They were in a small town (under 200o people) and asked the owner of a home if hey could film on their front porch. Only an actor would need to go inside. The owners were more than happy to oblige. The shoot took like 2 hours. When they had finished the production manager approached the owners and said it was time to talk about payment. The owners of the house asked the production manager "How much do we owe you?"

If it would only be that easy in LA.

 
At 3:45 PM, John Hays said...

Sometimes a location will arise – like a successful movie -- via sheer persistence and luck. When I was scouting a coffee bar location for one of our shorts (“Belated”), I went to at least half a dozen places with my poverty-budget-level entreaties, turning on whatever charm I have, offering whatever incentives I could (“We’ll buy drinks, snacks, and lunch for the cast and crew from you!” / “Maybe you’d like to think about working with our group?” / “I’ll put a nice ‘Thank You’ blurb in the credits.” / “I’ve been a semi-regular customer for a long time.” / “I avoid Starbucks as much as possible, and I support small independent businesses [like yours]…”).

One of the places I went to had been burned somewhat by a cable network shooting there; they wanted too much money – well, it was a lot for me, John Unincorporated, anyway. Another person who worked part-time in the entertainment industry wasn’t swayed enough by my offer to consider our group as a resource; she still wanted a lot of money to shoot at her business., and the times and days it was available were iffy for my cast and crew’s schedules. A third potential location was available at an ideal time (a Sunday, when they were oddly closed – though I think it had something to do with their religious affiliation), but also wanted a lot of money. My original first choice happened to have an indie moviemaker on its staff, and they would have done it for a reasonable price, but the hours would have been dicey for scheduling reasons again. I would have gone with them, but something better came along, with very little effort.

I stopped by a former coffee bar haunt of mine, and the owner happened to be in. I told her about my project and my practical and financial limitations, and she simply agreed to let me use the space on one of the days I requested! The only proviso, which was what I expected and was ready and willing to pay for, was to pay an employee to be there, and to buy lunch for the personnel (in fact, I’m not sure that she required that, but I said that was part of the deal). The place was as perfect as it could be, design, layout, and location-wise, and her Sunday hours worked out very well: she closed at 2PM, which meant we could should our daytime shots towards the window before nightfall, turn around for coverage without concern for sunlight, and do our night shots in any direction thereafter.

I stayed a while longer, nursing a soy cappuccino while plotting my blocking, shooting angles and lighting on paper, checking for power outlets, noisy machinery, etc. As it turned out, while we did turn off some loud equipment, etc., we weren’t able to turn off the A.C. for the entire building (of which this business was just one part), so we blocked it as much as possible with foam and furniture blankets. It still polluted the soundtrack somewhat, but through judicious sound editing, some EQ’ing, and the addition of some music, various coffee bar sound FX and ambiance, I was able to make it work. It would been less of a headache without the A.C., that’s for sure. But I can’t complain too much.

The day of shooting arrived, and we prepped a bit before the place closed. Then we took over, shot for a while (using the paid staff member as a key extra), had lunch (prepared by the owner), and kept going. The owner left the place to us and her staff member, along with a key to her mini-kingdom (queendom?). As the night wore on, her staffer had done his time and went home, leaving the key with us and giving us the full run of the place. That was rather amazing to me, in a time and place (L.A. County) full of distrust, greed, narcissism and NIMBY-ism. When we wrapped, well after midnight, we packed up, re-arranged the several-times-moved furniture and fixtures, turned on or turned off whatever needed to be turned on or off, locked and closed the front door, and put the key in the mail slot.

That was it. Shortly thereafter, I went by for a coffee another time, but she wasn’t there. I passed my thanks on via the staffer who was there. Months later, after editing the short, I brought by a copy of the DVD for her to have.

Apparently, she was happy with us, since she never said anything negative, and ended up letting us shoot there again, for a scene in “Quiet”.

The moral of this story? There are some trustworthy people out there who support our efforts. Make sure you honor their trust.

 

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