February 16th, 2009 by admin
You’d never know what went on behind closed doors to look at these people. Or as the case may be, inside barns and out in the empty farmlands. Another ordinary day of work, on the outside, the house looks nice and welcoming, the land looks like it’s being worked on. Pass through the doors, immediately you’re assaulted with visions of things you wouldn’t have dreamed of. The bag of ropes, toys, tools lying open on the ground. As you move further in, the pulley system in the kitchen, the cage in the dining room, restraints lying around all over. And you start thinking to yourself, what really goes on behind closed doors? You peek into the barn; it looks like any other barn from the outside, but no sound except some sort of mechanical buzz, but you’re not entirely sure, and you see to your surprise, it’s been converted into some sort of metalworking and woodworking workshop, with tons and tons of devices around. Come out the back of the barn, and all you see is a pond, farmlands, and up in the hills, some cows grazing. Come out in puzzlement, wondering what is going on here? See a familiar figure, or maybe not, working over a piece of wood, and he waves hello; it’s your average joe (at least you thought). He says, “Welcome to the farm.”
I came to the farm with no real idea of what it would be like, who would all be here, or what would actually happen. In a strange way, I trusted these people before I came here. (It did help too though, that I’d actually met them before and worked with them before). After deplaning in NYC, I took an hour and 15 minute cab ride to Brooklyn, where I met with the man who would take me to the farm. Of course, already hearing it be referenced as the farm, I was a little apprehensive, a little nervous, and “the farm” sounded almost ominous, menacing. The man, who I’d met several times before, working on the set, had never really said much to me, so that made me a little nervous as well. Luckily, he did have a traveling companion with him though, his girlfriend, so there was not too much awkwardness traveling up. We made a few stops on our way up, for food (airlines don’t feed you!), and then coffee, before finally settling in for the long 3 hour drive to the village where the farm was located. It took an hour to get out of the city. That 3 hour drive gave me some insight into this couple’s relationship. It was interesting to watch, in a way. Whenever she wanted something, whatever she said, he would be completely absorbed in, would immediately pull over for her. It was something that would hold significance later on, I found. Once we got out of the city, the rest of the drive flew by. Since there really wasn’t any interaction between the couple and myself, I settled in to ponder what the farm would hold and dozed off. When I awoke, there was a thick fog, and the roads were dark and winding. Finally, in the distance, we saw lights, and as we pulled closer, it brought into view a beautiful white victorian house. We were at the farm.
The next morning got off to a slow start. Upon being awakened, we scurried out to breakfast, the couple wondering why the boss hadn’t waited to go together. We pulled into a little diner; where everyone knew everyone else. Already I was charmed by this little village. I went over to say hi and dine with the boss, and his friend. When we got back, we headed over to the barn to start shooting. In the daylight, the country was more beautiful than I’d realized the night before. Picturesque trees with their leaves turning shades of orange in the distant hills, cows grazing on a nearby green hill, so much farmland everywhere, the red barn. Around the back of the farm, a glistening blue pond, it was almost like a painting. (Can you tell I haven’t been in the country very often before? Really though, upstate is beautiful!)
We stepped inside the barn, and were immediately cooled off. It was a warm 80 degrees outside, so the coolness was a relief. If the weather had been any indication of what was to come, we would have known what to expect, perhaps, and been better prepared, but perhaps not. In any case, once inside, the boss and the man started to try out a few devices on me. After making all the necessary adjustments, we were ready to shoot. I don’t need to go into detail on the particulars of that shoot, but basically, it was an abduction scene, involving a huge truck, and lots of cable ties, and a snare device. Throughout the course of the day, the crew members worked to find a rhythm with each other. They basically left me snared and hanging onto the wall, when the rain started. They thought it would be a great idea to leave me there in the rain of course, and I, hating water as I did, resisted the idea. They won, and left me hanging there, screaming my lungs out. I hate water. The next scene involved me being forced into some sort of metal restraints, and ending up in an outdoor cage. Because I didn’t want to do what he wanted me to do. They of course thought it would be fun to leave me in the cage, and left me screaming all night. And then, finally, when he came back to let me out, (I thought), he threw rocks down at me. And then hosed me off. In the cage. I thought I was going to drown. Once again, I say; I hate water……..
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