Chaos on Set

Slowly walking into a chaotic battlefield of a filming location, Henry found that the commotion before him... didn't quite match what he'd imagined.

Because normally, at this early hour when work just started, the behind-the-scenes crew would be prepping for filming while the actors got their makeup done. If the costumes had special requirements, there'd be fittings and changes too.

The order was, of course, the lead, then the supporting actors, and finally the background actors. If there were enough makeup artists and the lead had a dedicated one, they'd work in parallel.

But no one was doing makeup right now. A crowd had gathered around today's scheduled filming spot, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Henry walked over to a few other background actors who'd arrived early and were already watching the drama unfold, and asked, "What's going on? I thought we had a big scene today, but no one's prepping."

"Looks like that big scene is the problem."

"What happened?"

"The stunt actor says today's scene doesn't have sufficient safety measures and refuses to shoot."

Henry was stunned. "They can do that?" He followed up, "Didn't they sign a contract?"

A few old hands who'd been around Hollywood for ages gave Henry a look like he was green, and said, "You new here?"

"Yeah, I only got to Los Angeles last Christmas, so I guess you could say I'm new," Henry admitted honestly.

The guy who'd thrown the jab paused, a bit sheepish, and muttered, "Yeah, that's pretty new," before dropping any more harsh words.

A Hollywood veteran who liked to play teacher explained, "Stunt actors get paid more than us, but the rest of their contract is pretty similar. There's a breach of contract penalty, sure. But they've got an addendum clause.

"It says that when safety measures aren't sufficient and there's a risk of injury, they can unconditionally refuse to perform. The problem is, what counts as 'sufficient safety measures'? That can't be clearly written into the contract."

Henry said in surprise, "Hard to imagine Hollywood having a contract with such an obvious loophole. Are these even Americans? A dog trained by a lawyer could draft harsher terms."

The veteran actor continued, "Actually, if you think about it, it's not hard to understand. Stunt actors shoot dangerous stuff. If the production company deliberately cuts safety measures to save costs, then uses a big breach of contract penalty to force the actor to perform...

"And if an accident happens, who's responsible? If just one person on the team steps up to testify that the injury was caused by the production company forcing the actor to perform, they'd have to pay out a damn exorbitant compensation.

"Besides, performing with doubts or even resistance makes mistakes more likely. In a stunt scene, that could be deadly. Who dares to force someone onto the stage?"

With that explanation, Henry got it. At the end of the day, this was a movie set, not a documentary. Everyone was chasing the most authentic shots. But that didn't mean they'd actually kill someone to film a murder scene.

If they did, the producer and director would both catch a murder charge and get a jail time trip. California still had the death penalty on the books, but it hadn't been carried out in a long time.

Same logic: those heart-stopping shots in movies were all filmed in safe environments. No matter how crazy Hollywood got, they wouldn't write off a human life for a single shot—at least, it couldn't become the norm.

...Yeah, just not the norm. That meant Hollywood had definitely pulled that crazy stunt before.

Henry was still on the sidelines watching the drama unfold when, at the center of the argument, the male protagonist's stunt double turned around, flung the same denim jacket the lead wore right into the director's face, and walked off without looking back.

Some people stared in shock, others cursed in fury, and a few whispered among themselves.

It was hard to pick who was angriest about the stunt double's temporary strike—the producer, the director, or the head of the Action Team leading the stunt actors. All three were about to lose their minds.

The bald old white man in a sharp suit, looking all proper, sprayed spit at the director and yelled, "If you can't shoot it, go back to the soundstage and build sets for filming. I'm not agreeing to another government application for street closure for filming. Do you know how much that costs?"

The director, in turn, screamed at the producer and the Action Team leader, "I'm not compromising on this shot! It's the biggest scene in my movie, the climax of the whole film!

"If you don't want to apply for another street closure time slot, fine—just let me shoot what I want today, as planned. I don't care who does it, but I'm not having plastic models and dummies in my movie, with explosion scenes solved by firecrackers."

The Action Team leader, who couldn't even hold onto his own actor, wanted to scream too, but he couldn't point fingers at the producer or director, and he couldn't take it out on his remaining crew.

Because everyone left was doing Prop Department work, handling behind-the-scenes tasks for stunts. These guys were either fat or short, and the only usable actor had just walked out.

As the boss of a third-rate Action Team that had been scraping by in Hollywood for years, their usual gigs were playing the villain's goons that the lead took down.

Or maybe strapping on some firecrackers and blood packs to act out getting shot or killed. At most, they'd mess with props like severed heads and prosthetic limbs, splashing red paint around.

This time, they'd lucked into a car chase plus explosion scene. For their team, this was a chance to boost their track record.

If they pulled it off, better opportunities would come knocking for their crew.

In Hollywood, only a few with a discerning eye would invest in an uncertain future. Most people judged things by past track records.

After finally designing an action plan with a few brothers from the Prop Department and getting the director's approval, the actor bailed!

What the hell was this?

This leader wanted to scream louder than anyone. He knew the government application for street closure for filming only covered this morning, until noon.

Most of his other actors were working on other movie sets. Who could fill in at the last minute?

Who was even reachable right now? Did everyone think people had nothing to do in broad daylight and just sat at home waiting for a call?

The Action Team leader, nearly driven to doubt his own existence by the producer and director's verbal assault, finally squeezed out an idea. "How about we have the male protagonist do it himself? We can use the gimmick 'all thrilling shots performed by the actor himself' for promotion."

Then this sturdy and strong man, clearly past his prime but still built, got chewed out like a dog, shrinking back and trembling.

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