The shooting is going quickly. We're all the way up to scene 11 right now. Mike Moreau and the others have been really helpful in getting this going. The director, Gabriel Xander, however, has not been so helpful. He tries botching what's supposed to be a simple noir story with the art styles of foreign pictures (I could actually recognise some of his ideas for the scenes as being straight out of Eraserhead. ERASERHEAD. Have you even SEEN that movie? It's supposed to be deep and meaningful, but for God's sake it's just disturbing.)
The wind keeps coming in brief gusts. I still hear the laughing. The laughter changed, though... to someone singing. It was again feminine, but... but it sounded weird... distorted and scratchy. I could barely register it over the wind.
Then... this happened. I was busy having a sit down with Xander in a cafe across from where we were shooting (it's a somewhat intense fight scene taking place in an outdoor parking lot) when the wind roared and picked up intensely. Over it, I could hear the growing sound of the strange singing, sometimes a strange laugh accompanying it. The wind kept picking up and one of the people working the camera on the roof was thrown by this wind. I'm not kidding, he was in the middle, setting up the camera, when suddenly he and the camera get tossed like ragdolls 5 feet foward and 2 stories down. The camera was broken, but that's not the important thing. The cameraman clutched his knee and groaned in pain. The knee was broken and the bone was sticking out. He was taken to the Emergency Room.
Well, shit. The cameraman says he won't press charges or sue, but he asks for workers compensation. Fair enough, I think. I mean, it was a freak accident but it did happen on the job.
Anyways, the singing died down, but the laughter is still there.
The laughter seems to be mocking me.
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