I like splosions, too. Relieves the nervous mind.
Just like Canadians are wine experts because they have so much experience with bad wine, Vancouverites know all about bad movies since we make many of them. Hanging out in my neighborhood is creepy because there are always gangs of uniformed men being handed guns and streets blocked off for car chases. There's a new, really creepy thing at night: a glowing blimp floating in the sky above a shoot. UFO, don't you know?
I was an extra on a movie set many years ago and learned how to make a 'splosion. We got to be tradesmen on a job site. I already had dirty clothes from renovating my house, but some of the other guys didn't, so they had special movie dirt for them (it doesn't wash out so easily. haha. Better to roll in the ditch if you ever find yourself faced with clean clothes on a movie set and need to represent a sloppy worker. The guys i worked with were pretty clean and tidy. But that is the movies for you. Stereotypes!). Since this was an American show, they needed to put lots of black people in the scene as foremen, measuring things with clipboards and we white guys were laborers carrying pipes and such. There's a very small population of blacks in Vancouver so it is good work if you get in. And the joke was on them acting like bosses 'cause i was in ACTRA getting full union rates while they got minimum wage.
My big break: I was supposed to put out an exploding circuit breaker panel and shout "Fire." They used rubber cement to do the flameburst. Woofboom. Great fun.
Series got cancelled before my episode went to air. dang.
Odd that i should get called for "construction worker" because the way i got in the movies was at Hadassah Bazaar. I had this great beard in the eighties and the extras company had a booth, there. They called me over and took my picture. I said "Why are you here? Why me?"
Answer: "We wanted to get some of you "ethnics" into our work."
"Oy vey," i thought.
Dwight Atkinson