One day we were
shooting with about 20 large male background in full tactical military
garb, weapons and all. The extras kept leaving their prop guns all over
the place and the propmaster, typically overworked, asked if I could
help keep eyes. So I asked the background to please gather round, and
could they all please be mindful to keep their guns on their person at
all times? Most of them obliged, except for one guy who had power-posed
his leg up on a bench a-la Capt. Morgan, a prop gun laying unattended
on the table near him. I asked him, “Is that your gun? If so, please
keep a hold of it.” He responded, “No, that’s not my gun. That’s a rifle… THIS [grabs his crotch and thrusts at me] is my gun.”
So
I did what any sane person would do: ripped up his voucher and told him
to GET THE FUCK OFF MY SET. He laughed and said I didn’t have the
authority to fire him. So I called over the (ex-military, male)
Background PA and told him what happened, and he very politely and
calmly told the extra, “Yes she does, now get the fuck off set.”
