confetti 10 June 2010
I attended a fake wedding today – they take a lot longer to get through than real ones, I can tell you. Well, to be honest, it was just the bride’s arrival, a bit of chat and the strewing of confetti – it took a couple of hours to consign to televisual history so if we’d done the ceremony and all we’d only just be finished now, I’d say. The confetti supplied by the art department was very pretty indeed – lots of shapes and quite large petals – but my goodness, like sand, it gets everywhere. I was still finding slivers in my dressing room at tea time and we’d filmed it outdoors in the morning. In the old days when film was used, rather than video, the gate/portal of the camera that allowed the light to mark the film would be checked after takes to make sure no specks had tainted it – ‘a hair in the gate’ meant you had to go again on the shot. Today it would have been a case of confetti in the gate. As it was, I think we missed an opportunity for more jollity by not having ribbons on the camera to make it all festive too – ditto for the sounds men’s booms (though it was windy and the microphones had had their little furry jackets on to muffle any breezy sounds).
