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I hate this…a shoot on a boat. No matter how big the boat is, there are always way too many people on it, and this is no exception. Bad enough that call time was 8:30am and we finally broke dock at about 11:00am, forever waiting for
Herschel Savage,
but this 40 man boat is going to be filled to near capacity and that scares me. I am also very nervous because of a boat trip made during a
Pussyman
shoot about 2-3 years ago where the boat sank on its way back from Catalina Island necessitating rescue from the Coast Guard. I did not want this to happen again, let alone with me on it! But once I set eyes on the boat, I knew there was very little to fear, she was gorgeous, a nice sized sixty footer that was as beautiful as it was comfortable. After stopping at another dock to pick up some ice, we were ready to set sail.
There is no script (a continuing trend), but the story is very Soprano-esque.
Bobby Soporno is being betrayed. The Russian mob wants into the schmata biz (the garment industry for all you non-New Yorkers) and the Soporno family has to protect it.
Rob Spallone
plays Bobby Soporno in a non-sex role that includes
Herschel Savage as Bobby’s cousin Victor Soporno,
Julie Meadows as fashion designer
Tamara
and
Windy Knight
in a non-sex role, as Bobby’s shrink. Filling in the gaps are
Nikita Denise,
TJ Hart,
Mr. Marcus,
Tony Tedeschi,
Monique De Moan,
Bronze,
Brooke Lane,
Cherie,
Marty Romano,
John Strong
and
Adam Wilde.
There was very little dialog shot today, so I don’t know that much more about the movie than what I was told by director
James DiGiorgio
who is credited with directing movies like
Plaid
and of course,
The Sopornos and
The Sopornos 2,
just to name a few.
James is a great guy, and I was looking forward to watching him work.
Rob Spallone
on the other hand had quite a reputation when he entered the industry. I met him back then and mentioned that fact to him prompting a reply of, “yeah, I was a real loud mouth asshole back then.” I cannot say that I was looking forward to being stuck in a small space for several hours with this man, but he was very nice to me and I even got the impression that he has calmed down quite a bit.
A lot of today’s slots are filled with beautiful girls with no real purpose but to have sex with each other. While this is purpose enough, they just don’t have an integral part of the storyline, which is winged in this case anyway. Veteran porn chicks
Monique DeMoan
and
Brooke Lane
are joined by newcomer Cherie for a three-way girl/girl/girl on the bow of the boat, which after being on this damn boat now for around 4-5 hours, it’s about time we get down to some real business! Unfortunately, today was not the best day to be out on a boat. The norm for Marina Del Rey is three days of sunshine followed by four days of crap, the locals call it “June gloom” and guess what…this is day four. The sky is dark and overcast; it was cold enough on shore, let alone six to eight miles off with chilly winds on a moving boat. I cuddle up on the floor of the stern with the make-up artist’s dog to both stay out of the way and to have something warm to curl up on while I take a nap. This is just moving too slow for me and I want off, but opt for sleepy time instead. One of the best things about the ride so far has been spotting the playful seals that are swimming around the boat. Say what you will, but just the sight of them brings a smile to my face.
They are finally ready to bring the girls out to the front of the boat. The captain stopped the engines, but the tiny little ship was tossed and everyone started humming about the voyage of the Minnow, so back on with the engines which meant more wind and more cold. Our poor little girls are freezing, cuddled together on the bow with nothing to protect them from the elements. In between shivering, they try desperately to do their jobs. Kissing no longer means just a kiss, it means body warmth and the girls frantically do everything in their power to have more sexual contact that binds them together. The director tries his best to hurry things along, asking them for only the footage he needs and nothing more.
James DiGiorgio
has crewmembers standing by to throw them towels and clothes every time they cut.
Toys are brought out and the girls, covered in goose bumps, try to hold them without shaking them out of their hands. You can see the crew looking on in awe as one is heard saying, “It’s a good thing we’re not waiting on wood because this is definitely a woodless day.” Ain’t that the truth! The lube is too cold to use and the wind is drying off their natural juices, but the girls venture onward. Finally, the director tells them that’s all he needs. What troopers they are! I think these girls deserve a standing ovation and the moment they’re done, they get one.
Back inside no one else has moved except to get one of the beers out of the cooler. Bobby Soporno has one small dialogue scene to do before he shoots a mob rat and dumps him overboard. The captain comes running down the stairs. “You can’t throw him in the water, there is no way to get him back in the boat before hypothermia sets in.” Oh well, director James DiGiorgio has another idea that will work just as well and shoots it to fit in the scale of the movie.
Okay, we’re done now, right? Nope, just as I was about to curl back up with my canine companion, a fellow reporter decides to take a beer out of the refrigerator opening a drawer in search of an opener. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Shouts the boat owner’s wife. “Get the fuck off my boat!” He looks at her amazed; he hasn’t done anything wrong. “I want him off this boat right now.” Problem is, we’re still in the middle of the ocean. She shouts for her husband to come down and physically kick him off. “He was going through all the drawers, I want him gone.” No one could appease her and truthfully, no one really tried. The poor reporter was banished to the swim deck off the stern for doing absolutely nothing wrong. There he sat as the boat hummed merrily along until it was docked. There’s that wonderful seal again…and on that note I smiled and let the last of the sea air hit my face as I bid everyone farewell and got the hell off that boat!
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