Will's diary
Friday May 17, 2002
3:30 p.m.
I am treated to an exceptionally warm welcome by Shawn Williamson.
It seems that Mark Altman (hereafter referred to as the Maltman) forwarded
the first week's journals to the appropriate executives, including Shawn.
Shawn liked them. He found them clever. Clever enough that he couldn't resist
relaying them to everyone he knew, including his assistant. Yes, that assistant.
The aforementioned cute assistant. Oh, really? She's coming today? Her boyfriend
too? Super!
4:18 p.m.
"Oh, hi! So I guess you read the column, Huh? Yeah…" This
is about the extent of my conversation with Shawn's assistant, Sam. I feel
like I'm in third grade. This is more embarrassing than an Uwe funny take.
12:15 a.m.
(A little bit of backstory on Uwe. He's known as being very quick when it
comes to the shooting schedule. This is pretty much unheard of in film. He
prides himself on effectively walking the fine line between creativity and
financial responsibility.)
Uwe is frustrated with the length of time it's taking to yuck
up the stunt zombies and get the shots needed. There are a series of shots
where zombies are killed in the water, and it's just taking too long. Uwe
explodes, "Just poot zee zohmbeez een zee wohteh so wee can shoot zem!"
This is much funnier in person.
Many zombies die horrible deaths in the water and…