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Some crewmembers don't find wrap parties worth celebrating

Some crewmembers don't find wrap parties worth celebrating

Jude Law may be coming! That was the word sweeping through our wrap party, held at a dark and dingy New Orleans nightclub a week ago Saturday. Law is in town shooting a new movie and has been regularly spotted at trendy restaurants and watering holes. As it's not unusual for cast and crew to drop by the wrap parties of other movies, a number of women, and some men, were giddy with the prospect of Law attending our affair. Reliable rumor coming directly from a production assistant whose best friend's cousin is a roommate of a gal working on Law's project. That's a gossip mill of solid credibility in this day and age. Frankly, our wrap party needed help. Our own stars were out of town, and the food and music were lousy. In truth, it wasn't even a real wrap party. We still have another week of shooting here before taking a holiday break and resuming production next year in a different location. (Different country, as a matter of fact.) It was more of a thank you to the New Orleans crew for their hard work - which hasn't been all that hard, compared to most other film productions. We're actually working ten-hour days, a rarity in an industry where 14-16 hour workdays are common. Wrap parties in the middle of production can be awkward for crewmembers who will not continue with the film at its next location, but who would like to. Producers, of course, prefer to hire crew who already reside in the city in which the film is shooting, saving thousands in travel, lodging, and per diem costs, as well as qualifying for tax breaks in some circumstances. A savvy crewmember will use these get-togethers as a face-time opportunity to lobby a producer to keep him on. Sometimes, it even works. Already, two members of our crew who were to be replaced with locals have been retained. The unit publicist, thankfully, is almost always a permanent hire, owing to the relationships we build with cast and filmmakers. The studio doesn't want to start all over with a new face. Which brings us to back to our faux wrap party, with some folks wrapping for real, others just wrapping the first leg of a three-leg, 13-week shoot. Boredom and no Jude Law prompted many of us to depart early to go hear a nine-piece brass band in the French Quarter. "I hear Jude Law may be coming," the waitress whispered to me. Lawrence Mitchell Garrison is an LA-based freelance publicist and writer

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