Guest Article: Me And Joss

This article originally appear at The Rhodester Chronicles and is reprinted here at Pop Culture Zoo by kind permission of the author. Rhodester is a cool guy, you should visit his blog and read it. Constantly. The photo of Joss Whedon is courtesy of Gage Skidmore.

Between 2000 and 2004 I was living in Hollywood while working as an extra in film and TV.

This is really easy to do, more so than people would think. You pretty much just need to live in the area, have reliable transportation and be breathing. Gender, age, looks, talent (or lack of) and skill don’t matter. Just twenty-five bucks for the “photo-fee” at Central Casting and you’re in.
(NOTE – That’s what it was then. I have no idea what it is now, so check their website if you’re interested.)

As a Central Casting client you’d check the hotline whenever you want to work to see if there’s anything that fits you. They put all the calls on there and if there’s a bit you want to do, you call up the agent in charge. This is how the call sounded on the hotline on that day in mid-2003..

BEEP.. “Hey guys, this is Allan and we’re casting for townsfolk for the final episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer that will be shooting on Wednesday. I need every ethnicity from black to white, Asian and so on, plus a variety of types from long-haired to buzzed military looks. This is a big call guys, so ring me up at 6159 and book quickly, this one’s going to go fast.”

I hung-up and dialed the line for agents, then hit 6-1-5-9. Then I did it again. Then again. The hard part about getting these gigs was getting through to the agent because they only put the call on the hotline for the time they’re going to book it, then they’d take it off as soon as they had filled up the slots. If one was serious about working as an extra and getting daily gigs, one had to sometimes check the hotline up to ten times a day and then try for an hour or more to get through to the agent for the gig they wanted.

If you managed that, it was a pretty sure bet you’d get it as long as you were responding to your type. The Buffy call that day was a no-brainer since he needed all types, but often it would be very specific and if you were calling on something that didn’t fit you, they’d just sort of laugh and hang-up. Not cool.

I got through to Allan and he booked me, then gave me the “info number” to call later for details. That’s right, a third phone call. At least at this stage you’ve got the gig and you’re going to work; you’re just calling to find out exactly when and where.

I arrived at a little studio lot in Santa Monica on Wednesday morning that I hadn’t been to in several years of doing these gigs and running all over town. It turned out that’s because they only shot Buffy there, and I hadn’t worked on that show before. I was lucky to get in on the last episode.

Allan had needed all of those types because we were going to be townsfolk fleeing Sunnydale before it implodes and gets sucked down into the hellmouth. Gosh, I hope I’m not spoiling this for anyone!

I followed the show at the time and had no idea that the entire town of Sunnydale was contained on a lot in Santa Monica, with bookstores, surf-shops and condos right across the street on the other side of the large green fence. I bet those people never knew they were next to Sunnydale that whole time, with its vampires and monsters running amok at all hours.

The production assistant in charge of extras got me set-up along with the hundred or so others and told me that when they started rolling I’d be casually strolling down the middle of the street while carrying my suitcase which had been given to me earlier by a prop master.

They mixed it up and gave a lot of people bedrolls, backpacks and bundles of household goods (I remember one girl who had a birdcage with fake parakeets in it) but I got a neatly packed suitcase. I guess I just looked orderly or something.
I’d been shown my “starting point” and told to wait there until they were rolling. It was about twenty feet from the director’s hutch, which is a temporary kiosk they always set-up on shoots that can be easily moved through the day, containing all the monitoring gear and a canopy overhead to keep the sun off. There were also a gaggle of actor’s and producer’s chairs, the canvas kind you see with the names on them.

Sarah Michelle Gellar, Anthony Head, Nicholas Brendon and Alyson Hannigan all had name chairs in the area and the actors themselves started showing up after awhile and cutting-up with each other and the crew. There was a palatable excitement with these people on that particular day that wasn’t normally present on TV shoots. They all knew it was the last day of a series they’d been working on for years, and for most of them it had defined their career.

Actors, crew and other extras milled all around me as I stood on that Sunnydale sidewalk and took it all in. I noticed that the guy standing next to me seemed to be feeling as I was.. he watched all of the commotion with a little grin on his face while looking very glad to be there.

“Nice day to be shooting outdoors, huh? Of course, not unusual for LA, haha!”

I was making small-talk. I’d made quite a few friends on sets in my three years of doing extra work and there were as many as ten people I knew well at this particular shoot, but they’d all been assigned to stand in different areas. This guy was the only one in talking distance and I’d never seen him before.

“Yeah, that’s LA for ya!” he said. “This weather makes it really nice for shooting almost any time of the year.”

So here we were talking about the weather, and now it was time to move on to talking about “the biz.” Like I said, small-talk. If you didn’t know someone on a set you’d usually talk about the weather, the entertainment business and your career.

“So, have you worked this show before?”

He looked at me and nodded. “Yeah, you could say that.” His semi-smile mixed with a knowing glance was a giveaway that I wasn’t talking to another extra, which the director confirmed a moment later when he looked over in our direction.
“Hey Joss! We’re just about ready, good to see you!”

Joss Whedon turned to me and said, “Nice talking to you, uh..”

I forgot my name for a second. Oh yeah, I got it..

“Dave” I stammered.

“Dave, right.. well have fun today!”

“Thanks man, you too.”

He walked over to the directors’ hutch and they all shook hands as they proceeded to make something really cool.
I ended up in that final episode, but barely. A wistful-looking Buffy (Sarah-Michelle Gellar) walks against the crowd as they exodus and at one point I walk past her. That’s it. Just me and my neatly packed suitcase bidding Buffy adieu, for a split-second in time. Maybe a hundred frames of film at the most.

But I remember it well, and I remember Joss and his smile, both of which have since gone on to lots of other cool, magical things.

Me, I’m sitting here in a cheap hotel room in San Francisco, writing about it. Someday I’ll unpack that suitcase and make a life.

Dave Rhodes on the set of Buffy the Vampire Slayer with some other actor…

About Dave Rhodes

Dave Rhodes is the author of numerous books that havenít been written yet. He resides in San Francisco with two kittehs and a wifeh, and is the sole contributor to The Rhodester Chronicles. He is available, but only if itís legal.