baal, I've taken so much flak for being a pedantic assholical grammarian about the texts (starting back in Oct 08) that I've brainwashed myself into just letting all the fluffs roll on by, in their multitudes, and trying not to pay attention to them. At one point months ago Mark took me up on an offer to proofread the drafts, but then got busy with other stuff and the plan didn't go ahead. This was one shoot however where it actually didn't matter all that much. The fun was in keeping with the terrible text. Holden letting the cat out of the bag about getting in a huddle to plan the shoot with
Logan (ah wuz tokin wif him before, by, er, email and he tole me that if it came down to anal he was gonna fuck me till I fainted) was excellent.
In fact Holden is much quicker witted than most of the boys at moving back to the script after having blundered off the reservation. He's also very inventive. Dave has taken to saying, "I'm speechless" when the models ad lib stuff that doesn't form part of the agreed plan. And when they do something sizzling that he hadn't even hoped would happen.
All part of the intense joy that
Broke Straight Boys brings to you and me.
And the boys.
Logan snickering and chortling at some of the chat about Holden's upcoming fatherhood, and pregnant wife doing BSG, Holden holding the line, not knowing if it's a boy (who doesn't know whether the ultrasound scan has picked up a willy or not??) but will be getting, as an afterthought, some diapers for his kid. Priceless.
Logan is so terminally beautiful, especially since you know what a bright, interesting kid he is, that a shoot almost couldn't possibly go wrong with him in it. And Holden is turning out to be such a keeper with his charming naiveté, excellent intentions, and happy rapport with David and
Logan, that you couldn't ask for a more upbeat shoot. Five.