Saturday, July 01, 2006 Illegals

Thurday, I became an illiterate, non-English speaking, slum-living, greasy, ratty piece, of what is politically termed as Human Traffic.  I'm not sure I liked how illegal immigrants were represented in this industrial film, but-being in the shoot was fun.

Here was the set in Escondido at the lovely, but way hick, area of Lake Wohlford. It was also fucking hot.


This was the lovely cafe that we ate at and pretty much treated like our Green Room.

The set up was a simple one where they harnessed natural lighting. We were on the only entry and exit ramp of the camp, so we had to constantly  move all the set out of the way for incoming and outgoing cars.





In the video, a Mandarin worker at a construction site gets shot by a nail gun:

The police come, due to the commotion:


The Police realize they have themselves a group of illegal immigrants.

(Our butts were burning in this scene.They are crying inside.  All of them.)
The cops find out where the illegals live in between days of labor:

There, they find two illegal women:

(The dark circles under my eyes were placed there on purpose.)

This chick is actually a model and couldn't act at all...she lived in Chula Vista during the time I did.  She's borrowing my shirt because wardrobe didn't think she was ratty enough.  Apperently, being ratty was no problem for me.
The Mandarin man is arrested for housing human traffic while the rest of the people are provided shelter, legal services, and translators. (Us)

(Sprits of water were sprayed in our hair to make us look greasy.)
We are supposed to look well taken care of by this point.  The original lines included that the people were to be provided attorneys, but the Police had it changed to a more generic, "Legal Services."  We originally had sodas and water in our hands in this scene, but the police had those removed because that wouldn't happen in real life.
Here, more cops join the scene to lead the rookies through the routine of a human traffic situation.


All is "well" in the end.
Real San Diego cops:

...the place was a little scary. (Remember their faces...they may pull you over one day.)
And President Bush was there:

Just kidding.

This was the sound guy.  During lunch he told us stories of when he was in his twenties, a hardcore alcoholic, stoner, loser, and his present fantasies of doing E with Chron for recreation.
I thought I was supposed to look like a farmer, so I bought this sun hat from 711 earlier that day:

But, the Farmer Scene was shot with a bunch of "Mexicans" the day before, where they were all crammed under a mattress and plywood in the bed of a truck.

That was my 9 to 5 day as an Illegal.  Farewell Lake Wohlford.  It was fun.

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