
Originally Posted by
schoolofruckus
I guess it's time I told this story here. Whether he's playing around or not, it was the coolest project I've ever worked on. I'm a Studio Operations Manager at Warner Bros., which basically means I'm a landlord/site rep/liaison for all the shows that film at the studio (or a third of them at least, as I'm one of three who have this position). Part of this entails scouting with non-WB clients (usually some combination of producer, director, location manager and production designer) who are interested in shooting at the facility and trying to get them interested in using the facility. Well, one day in early October, my boss calls and says I have to take out a music video group that wants to see the backlot. I groaned, because I fucking hate music videos; they're usually heinously disorganized and thrown together without proper prep time. I've had two separate video jobs on which I have had tech scouts that lasted literally 7 hours, because the director was mapping out every single shot and he hadn't gotten any time previously to visit the set. Anyway, I ask my boss who the band is this time. "It's the Beastie Boys - they want to do some huge crazy video where they're trashing the street and vomiting all over the place with a bunch of big name actors like Will Ferrell. They have a big-name director who's coming by with the production supervisor and the designer."
Needless to say, this changes my level of enthusiasm quite a bit, and it grows even more when they walk in the office and the "big name director" turns out to be MCA (hey, he is in the Criterion Collection...). He's one of the nicest, most laid-back dudes ever - still pretty gaunt and nursing some nasty neck scars (presumably from tumor removal), but really cool. I don't really do the starstruck thing, but let's just say it was obvious that I was on board and wanting to help them out. So I took them out to our Hennesy Street set, because it's the one that looks like New York City (Lower East Side, really). Adam (yes, I'm justified in doing this) really liked the street, and he liked it even more when I showed them the interior space that has a finished stairwell, as that's where the video opens on the morning after the "Fight For Your Right" video. At this point, they're more or less sold, and they want to book it for their four days in late November. There's just one catch - we don't book backlot dates outside of 20 days, in order to protect our TV productions (which are 90% of our business) who can't make a schedule much earlier than that. I explain this to them on the street, and they ask me to try to see if I can get an extension. This ends up going back and forth for the next week or so - the production supervisor calls me and asks for help, I check with my SVP and get a no; supervisor calls my direct boss, asks for help, we get another no; Adam's producer sets up a phone meeting with my SVP so they can try to sell him on why they need an extension, but it doesn't really go anywhere. We keep telling them that if they can bear waiting for the street, give us a call when you get to 20 days out. The problem for them is if they wait until it's that close to the shoot, and another show books those dates, then they're super fucked - 35 celebrities donating their time, but scrambling for a place to shoot. I figured there's no way they would put themselves in that position.
Then one day about a week later, I'm driving around on a golf cart supervising a shoot for "Conan" (one of my other productions), and I get a call from a 949 area code. "Hi, this is Samantha from Adam Yauch's office, I have Adam holding for you." My mouth says "Sure, I'm available" but my mind says "Who's fucking around with me?" Nope. Suddenly I'm taking a direct call from a man who has a beard like a billie goat, begging me to let them shoot on our lot. Unfortunately, I couldn't really offer any help beyond what I'd already said, but I told him that if they want to wait, I would do everything in my power to get them on. Well, they decided that Hennesy was worth waiting for, and when it came time to book, no one else took the street. I spent four days in November watching them make ruckus. Highlights include escorting Jack Black in through the gate, giving Maya Rudolph a ride on a golf cart, and driving a taxi cab with a suitcase full of coke on the front seat. And now apparently my name is onscreen for the first time ever (EDIT: outside of Walk, that is).