Thursday, 26 July 2012

Hell on Wheels background actor

Yup, still part of the background on Hell on Wheels. 

We finally bought the first season CD.  And managed to watch the whole package in 5 days - a marathon, let me tell you.

Yes, season 1 is worth watching.  It's a gritty western - John Wayne style.  Anson Mount plays the heart-broken Southerner well.  He's a little understated, but I think he suits the role.

Colm Meany has the perfect twisted personality traits to play double-dealing, slimy Durrant to a T. 

The preacher comes off as a warped individual, perfectly capable of separating his personalities to preach and murder with impunity.  I loved his callous disregard of his daughter after she shows up.  And she plays the pious goody two-shoes well.

The Swede, played by a Canadian (and I can't remember who right now) is superbly played.  He has the OCD pattern down well.  He's confused by the western attitude, but tries to embrace it.  His is a very complex character.

I'm not a fan of Dominique.  I thought her acting weak during the Indian attack.  Just not enough emotion displayed for that gruesome a scene.  And I didn't think she played exhausted very well.  But her glances while Meany proposes an indecent relationship hit the mark.

All in all, I loved the first season.  And now, what I do know about the second season makes a lot more sense.

So last week I got a call back.  I'm not really sure which episode was shot, but I saw an intense main and secondary cast scene. 

Wonders upon wonder, the ground wasn't soaked.  I mean, I wasn't trying to keep my balance through mud puddles the size of Sylvan Lake. 

I only wore 1 petticoat - talk about being a hussy!  Of course, I still had about 30 pounds of clothing on.  And talk about hot!  Oh how the sun beamed down on an almost breezeless set.  Got to about 27 degrees Centigrade on set.  We, the poor background actors, sought shelter in whatever shade we could find between takes.  Course, once 'Rolling, Background. Action' got called, out into that sun we walked, dodging horses and their byproducts, wagons, and each other to walk through the rut-filled streets. 

See, we get told where to walk so the camera will catch sight of us in the background looking like the town is populated. And back and forth we got until we're told to stop.

We heard our call this one time, got into position and had to wait  - in the sun - for almost 10 minutes as a small, single prop plane circled overhead.  Guess the pilot saw action beneath him/her and wanted to know what was happening.  So nothing happened while we waited for it to go away.

In last year's season, I noticed the exec director used different directos for different episodes.  Makes sense, I guess.  This year, they're doing it again.  But this director!  Whoa!

Now usually we backgrounders have our own minders - 1-3 or more, depending on how many of us have been called.  This time I believe there might have been 3 background minders, our regulars Taz and Alex and some newer person I think called Matt.  But none near me and my walking companion or the guys near us.  Occasionally we'd have Matt come over and actually give new directions.  But he never asked if we needed water or a bathroom break.  And managed to walk away when we spoke up about them.

Cast and crew, of course was well taken care of.  Their water is kept cool.  They get offered snacks right on set.  We watched them take a bathroom break, never all at once.  But they did get to pee.

Several hours into the shoot, we got told where our water could be found.  But during the 5 minute break we got told to keep out of that building cause the cast was in there 'resting' between takes.  Great!  Water just out of reach and the only shade with chairs out of bounds!

Minders echo the director's calls so everybody knows what's happening.  But we rarely had anyone near us so we had to watch other background actors to see whether and when we needed to move.

And I watched the director have several hissy fits.  The plane caused one, but he couldn't blame that on anyone.  Another came after, remember we couldn't hear any directions, somebody on set was (horrors) talking!  I did hear him have a few others, but I wasn't close enough to know why.

That director rarely called 'Action!',.  He did call 'Cut!', but failed to say whether we should 'Reset'.  He mostly stalked around, dithering.

And he didn't bother about us.  To him, I guess we were truly 'Meat Puppets' as another director I know calls his background actors. 

As I stated, we didn't get monitored.  Not for water - remember it's scorching in that sun and we're wearing heavy 1850s' clothing and sweating like pigs - nor bathroom breaks. 

The cast was under tents for this scene - think shaded.  The crew could wander around and find enough shade when they weren't doing their crew jobs.  And both were supplied with COLD water as needed.

I watched this one crew, a large woman, eat several sandwiches and chug several water bottles, waving them around us.  But she's crew, and high enough up the ladder she can ignore any questions/pleading from us lowly background while she's teasing us with that water.  Didn't even forward on our pleas for water.

We did finally get water and sandwiches over an hour later than the cast/crew - and nothing appetizing like the cast or crew get - but we had to stuff them out of sight for another 'Retake', and never chew while the camera is rolling.

And to make matters worse, when we finally heard 'Wrap!' after 6+ hours, we were rushed over to the vans to ferry us up.  We get up there and...no drinking water and the bathrooms are already put away for the day.

Well, I had to cross my legs till I got to Airdrie, a good hour's drive.

I hope this episode is a good one.  Cause I sure didn't think much of the director's actions towards his low-paying background actors.

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Ogle but don't touch

I try very hard to keep my fingers from writing anything about politics or religion.  To me, both are intimate pleasures, not to be paraded through the media.

I'm keeping my word about politics for now.

But religion.  Well.....

Being a believer in free thought and personal choice in religion (and other things, but that's another story), I have stayed away from blogging my thoughts about Islam teachings. 

Yes I have read a translated version of the Qur'an.  I'm not impressed.  But most religious myths don't do a lot for me. 

This street corner Islamic cleric in Toronto goes a little far. 

Just imagine Canadian females obeying some paternalistic law ordering us to cover ourselves to keep males from forming lewd thoughts about our bodies.  Might as well shave polar bears in the summer, eh?

So this Al-Haashim Kamena Atangana, a child of immigrant parents who wanted a better life for their children, failed at understanding Christianity, so embraced Islam as their immans spoon feed religious, well-watered pap in understandable bits to the masses, now hopes to enact laws demanding Canadian - no, make that Torontonian - women to stop dressing provocatively.  

I'm going to go out on a limb here.  I'll bet actual money he's been refused sex by more than one Canadian woman.  So converting means he has a great chance at getting married to some poor girl who doesn't have a whole lot of say in the matter.  After all, he's a born Canadian.  Just that Canadian citizenship means he's perfect mate material for a middle eastern girl whose family wants to get over here. 

I have watched these so-called enlightened Islamic religious males walk around in shorts in front of their gaggle of black-shrouded crones in Calgary's broiling summer.  He, unencumbered, walks proudly ahead of the sweating, fully black-covered, little woman, whose arms are full of shopping and babies.  What kind of chauvinistic idiot would do that to a loved one?  Not only does he insist she wear inappropriate clothing for the weather, but that she become his pack mule as well.

And in winter, again she's still clad in that shrouding burka, shivering, cause there's just no room for a good winter coat under that getup.

Oh, right.  This is probably an arranged marriage.  If it doesn't work out he can shout out loud that he divorces her.  There's plenty more where she comes from.

Gods, what a backward culture.

Canadians, well most of us, live in a climate where  it's usually bloody cold.  Freezing for 7-10 months of the year.  So in the summer we get those vitamin D deprived bodies out to soak up the rays.  That means we dress to show as much skin as possible.

So to hear this 'confused Christian' now Islamic convert , Al-Haashim Kamena Atangana, (read about his letter here for one http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Canada/2012/07/16/19990461.html)

spouting that Islamic standard rhetoric  about 'female lack of clothing' making males wild with passion.  You offend me greatly.

Maybe, if Islamic men had a childhood of decent upbringing, like being held accountable for their temper tantrums, if it's not yours you can't touch and respect for women, we wouldn't see the acts of volient terrorism perpetrated upon free women in our country.

I used to see in news reports, that the upsurge of rapes in major cities is committed done by ethnic males - read middle eastern males.  I also know the police are no longer able to relay this info and the media is forbidden to print the ethnicity of the perpetrator.   

If our males knew the stats, you think there wouldn't be riots?  And vigilante-ism?  Wouldn't we train our daughters in martial arts, so they'd have a chance of escaping these thugs?

And it's not just our country that denies us the right to know who commits these violent rapes.  Great Britian, Australia and the Netherlands can't print this infomation either, I found after a great deal of digging.   Probably others, but I haven't been able to find the information.  I think I started digging too late, and that information got buried before I started hunting.

When I read Middle Eastern news, I see many instances of rape and violence perpetuated against their womenfolk.  Stoning for 'adultery' after a rape.   Or being forced to marry your rapist.  Minors married off and subjected to non-consentual sex/rape.  Honour killings, because she might have talked (horrors) to a boy outside of her family.  Slavery - daughters sold so the family can afford a son's education.  Unannounced 'group' marriages because a family can only afford one bride for several brothers.  Acid in faces for going to school.  That's just what gets published.  Most doesn't even get reported, so I've read.  These women don't have rights, so who'd listen.
 
They ain't pretty stories, folks.  Not a culture we want to get any foothold in this freer land.

When I read the Qu'arn, I never read anything about women being second class citizens.  I don't particularly like what I did read in that book, but it wasn't any more offensive than the Christian books of myths.  

But their 'learned' clerics have overbearing misogynistic  tendencies.  I personally think they are afraid of women.  All women.  Afraid to let them be educated or shop by themselves.

Once the Islamic society held a prominent place in science and philosophy - with respected, educated women contributors.   Think about their history - try to read it now before fundamental Islamics finish burning the whole of Timbukto and it's ancient texts of wisdom. 

Hey doesn't this sound a awful lot like Alexandria and the Christians burning the library of information, so we lost centuries of  advancements.  Guess we have to endure the dark ages again, this time for the Islamic sky fairy, Allah.  Brought to you by a pedophile by the name of Muhammed.

Maybe I'd think better of the immigrant Islamics, if they fought for change and peace in their own country.  Or stood up to be counted when one of their fellow escapees backslides into barbarianism here in North America, instead of applauding the viscious actions by their very silence.

Instead I see them come to my country for a better life, then try to instigate their backward culture and laws on our society.

I don't want to tell them to go home.  They deserve a better life than the war-torn one they left, don't they?  Our ancestors came here for that very reason.  

But maybe they should learn to live our way, before saying we should enact laws to 'cover women's bodies' or other forms of Sharia law. Maybe they should bring their boys up to be real men, not little boys in grown-up male bodies with no ability to stop grabbing what isn't theirs.

To have this street cleric, this immigrant's son, now converted to Islam as that religion isn't as 'confusing', spouting bullshit about Canadian women's clothing or lack thereof, just riles me.  If he wants to have the culture that he spouts, go somewhere where the law states that.  Don't try and change our laws.

There aren't enough of you to change laws to force us to cover up.

Yet!
 



Friday, 6 July 2012

Summertime Blues

I consider myself one of the lucky ones.  We have a summer place.  I'm not talking a home away from home.  No, we're not rich.  We have a little trailer in a cooperatively owned plot of land just inside one of Alberta's few lakes's borders - in fact we only became part of the town 2 years ago. 

This small development has 116 trailers, each on their own approx 2800 sq ft of land, a cooperatively owned clubhouse, back 'forty' where old trailers and boats go to die and a forelorn baseball diamond rests unused, a bathhouse, hot tub and pool. 

Therein lies the problem.  The Pool and Hottub.

Neither are very big.  The hottub holds 4 adults as per the rules.  The pool's deep end is 6 feet deep and maybe 20 x 15.  Maybe.  The shallow end starts at about 2 1/2 feet.  All told the pool might be 40x15.  It has a 10 foot chain link fence surrounding it.  There is no lifeguard on duty.  The pool has an access code panel at over 4 feet off the ground so the little ones can't get in on their own.  Supposedly.

The rules of the pool area are simple.  Adult only swim from 0800-0900.  No children under the age of 14 allowed in pool without adult/guardian supervision.  No children under the age of 4 in hot tub.  Take a shower before entering.  Take a shower if you've laid out in the sun with suntan lotion on, or just sweated during your tanning session.  No drinks or food allowed.  No large floatation devices.  Don't dive.  Don't run.  Don't swear.  Don't make undue noise.  Pool closes at 2200.

Fairly simple, right?

Wrong!

For some reason some of the owners of this little slice of heaven feel they don't need to obey any of these rules.   They send their >14 year old children down without any adults, to run, scream, jump on whoever's in the pool, don't insist the darlings go through the shower, blow up the monstrous floatation devices and insist their darlings get to use them to the detriment of all other swimmers.

Now the mommas who are most flagrant in their flouting of these rules will call any adult who asks the kids, reasonably, to shower, take the float out of the pool, stop screaming, stop running, leave the hot tub (especially if there is 10 of the darlings jumping around in the hottub), a bully.

The worst of these mommas are what I'd call the ex-cheerleader set.  All mouth, no brains.  I'm not sure they can actually read - maybe to do with Canada's 'no child left behind' school policy whereby the unable-to-learn/refuse-to-learn child advances through the system to keep up to with age-peers.

My husband and I were in the pool late yesterday afternoon, just idly floating and bobbing around.  By ourselves.  About 7 children, none over the age of 16, entered the pool area, in swim suits.  Without showering.  I asked them to leave and shower.  They muttered more than a few obscenities.  So I asked who might be the adult  supervising the group.  Now I've had trouble with one of these kids' mothers last year over a large float  the kid kept throwing on my head while I was in the water along with 25 others.
 
Well, low and behold, not one of the darlings was over 16.  Five were under 10.

So I sent them back to their trailers to get parental supervision.  I mean, yes I could have supervised.  Would you after the response I got asking them to follow one rule?   I'd rather watch the darlings drown at this point.  Happily.


I knew what the end result was going to be here.  But hey, if one of their darlings drowned or caught a bad infection, we'd all lose the pool.  And the ex-cheerleader, nasty-mouthed momma would probably blame me!


Enter dragon bully ex-cheerleader - the bitch momma from last year that none of the other mommas (whose darlings were following the rules) wanted to have any confrontation with.  She stalked into the pool area.  Her >8 year old child managed to get his hair through the shower, but she didn't say a word.  Just clamped her teeth around that righteous smirk.  My husband asked if he'd showered as he got set to jump into the pool.

She almost ran to the pool edge to defend the brat.  "We all pay the same fee.  Leave my child alone.  I will not allow you to bully him any further."  Oh so sweetly spoken through her clenched teeth.

Ok, a mother can and should defend her child.

But lets look at facts here.  My husband asked a question.  He did not bully anyone.  If anyone was in bully mode, let the mother of Unit 10, the obviously over 40 dragon lady, wear that shoe.  Her son did not follow the rules.  She validated his refusal to follow these rules.  Rules set out by the Public Health Department for everyone's health safety.

As a parent myself, I believe that children should follow rules.  Sensible rules or not.  And if they don't like the rules, find a way to change them.  Don't just flout them.  I've taught my kids to learn all the rules, and then, if they don't agree, go to someone with enough authority with a reasoned argument to request a change.  I'll back them in that endeavour.

Yesterday (and last year many times) this child learned that rules are for others - not him.  He learned that even if he is wrong, his momma will bully even other adults to defend him in situations where he knows he is wrong.  Hey, I watched and saw the look in his eyes and that gloating trimphant grin. 

Now, maybe she can't read.  She certainly managed to miss the very large yellow and black 'Shower Before Entering Pool Area' sign on the entrance door.

I do consider her one of the ex-cheerleader type.  She's got a big mouth and very little used grey matter.  I'm going by the conversations I overheard here.  At least that's the face we see here at our resort.  Maybe she just allows her real self to show here and she's normally a reasonable adult.  But I have my doubts.

I can only feel very sorry for the rude awakening her son will one day soon experience.  I can imagine the yellow rap sheet growing on this kid from the time he's 12.  His momma will never believe he could possibly in the wrong - oh no, not her angel!  By the time he's 16, he'll have done time in juvie and be ready for the big time penalities. 

In the meantime, I will enjoy my pool.  I will swim during the adult only time, insisting that only adults enter at that point.  I will follow the rules.  And I will insist those rules also be followed by everyone who comes in when I am present.

If that makes me a bully, so be it.