Brian’s been working on a short film off and on for a few months now.  He’s had some trouble rounding everyone up to shoot, but the planets aligned on Saturday and he invited me along to act as a production assistant.

He’s been hunting for a large open room in which to film the final scene.  We discussed my school cafeteria, but it actually doesn’t look much like a “normal” school cafeteria.  Happily, his boss offered him the use of her… barn?  Horse arena?  Giant dirt room?

This place:

which is housed inside this place:

which are filled with these:

who occasionally ruined takes with loud whinnies.

Their terrible death whinnies.

I’m not sure how much of the movie I’m allowed to describe.  It’s a horror movie, of course.  Short, cannibalistic, with a twist at the end.  Just what you’d expect from Brian.

While this is a hobby for him, you have to admire the quality of the equipment.  I mean, they rented lights!

Well, light:

Which I helped operate using Jeff’s Professional Camera Guy Gloves:

The other extras were friends that he talked into driving to the outskirts of Longmont on a Saturday to wear all white and lay down in horse dirt.  He also has Mavi and Shawn playing the leads while Jeff lends his expertise and his equipment as cinematographer.

Brian has good friends.

In addition to my stellar work with the light, I also worked (operated? clapped? manipulated? Vanna Whited?) the slate, took notes, and managed the talent.  The last task meant that I was the one to escort the extras from the ranch gate to the barn.  It also meant that when the daily Colorado rainstorm hit:

I drove the extras back out to the gate to meet their ride.  It was a very exciting 3 minute drive what with the downpour and the mudslides and the poor visibility and my undead passengers and prophesying old cowboys* and all.  Someone should make a movie of it.