I found myself doing extra work in Scott Pilgrim one summer in Toronto (I find it bemusing that of the films I’ve been in, the major ones have both been directed by Edgar Wright). I was background in the Clash at Demonhead scene, paid to be a Hipster at a concert. It was a fantastic experience, and very surreal to be in an identical miniaturized film set version of Lee’s Palace, especially when only a few nights prior I’d been at the real venue for a show.
The whole experience was strange and familiar what with the replica set of Lee’s and then winding up sitting next to a friend I hadn’t seen in 14 years (the last time I saw him had been when we were teenagers stuck in suburbia).
But the oddest thing to occur happened after wrapping one night.
As we left the set, which was a large warehouse in the middle of nowhere, a gentleman who might best be described as a “hobo” rode by on a bicycle. This in and of itself wasn’t very odd. Given though that we were in an industrial area late at night it was out of the norm.
However, what followed this odd apparition next trumped the solo-hobo-in-the-night action completely.Leave a Comment