6 Things I Learned As An Extra On The New 'Ghostbusters'

This past summer, Sony Pictures shot its controversial-because-boobs blockbuster Ghostbusters, set in New York City but mostly filmed in Boston, because the Big Apple rent is still too damn high. Upon hearing this, I realized that being a barely famous Internet comedian simply wasn't enough to fill the pit in my gut that other oddballs fill with love and contentment. So I decided to also become a barely famous movie extra. At least then I could fill my gut pit with catering.

And, amazingly, perhaps because they knew me (or, more likely, because they didn't), the casting crew hired me. They turned me into a backpack-toting man on the street, as capable of cowardly running away from CGI ghosts as anyone else in Not York. My three days on set were enough to qualify me for a SAG card (just add $3,000 and stir) and were also an eye-opening lesson in how even the silliest of popcorn flicks get made. I may or may not appear in the final film -- depends on how much the producers enjoyed my panicked scrambling -- but I do know that ...

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The Casting Call Is Just As Important As The Actual Filming

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The website that advertised the Ghostbusters casting call made it sound like there would be actual auditions happening, and those who got selected would be working that day. I mean, look at these directions:

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"The movie will be filmed by a small dinosaur chipping away on a slab
while occasionally squawking. 'Reh, it's a living.'"

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I had no reason to think this was anything but exactly what the nice ghost people wanted from me, so I gave it to them. Fall clothing, multiple times over? Check.

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I forgot to pack for the part of fall where the temperature
jumps 50 degrees in 10 seconds.

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Mind you, I don't own a wardrobe bag, so I carried every single one of those goddamn rags from my car to the casting room. Even The Rock would moan about his poor triceps after that. In addition, I left my phone in the car, cleaned my hair, and dressed like I was ready to dance among the dead leaves and dirty Times Square ground.

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And maybe score a Suave shampoo contract along the way.

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I got there and ... it was seemingly all for naught. There was no filming. There were no auditions. There was simply a cattle call, where hundreds and hundreds of hopefuls filled out a form, got in line, dropped off said form along with their headshot, and then left. It was like speed-dating for people who don't have 30 seconds to waste getting to know anyone. So I, who did everything I was asked to do, left with the same feeling of "That's it? Now what?" that the losers wearing Ghostbusters garb and yakking on their phones did.

Then, a couple weeks later, I got the call to work. For PAY. And that's when I realized my ridiculous preparation wasn't for naught after all. Their first impression of me was of a guy who followed directions, was eager to work, and really needed the money if he couldn't afford a damn garment bag. In short, I was exactly who they were looking for, and I showed them this from the very start.

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"Seriously, they're like a buck at Dollar Tree.
Is he trying to guilt us into giving him overtime?

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Meanwhile, the people who showed up with no extra gear, logos on their shirts, and phones? I saw precisely zero of them at the actual shoot. The number of angry comments those people left after not getting the call, about how girl Ghostbusters totally ruined their childhoods somehow? All signs point to way higher than zero.

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Everything Is So Much More Thought-Out Than You Imagine

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My first day on set -- in fact, my first hour -- immediately refuted two extras myths I keep hearing. One, that it's easy (and boring) as f**k and you basically just hang out until lunch. And two, that the movie people only care that you do the bare minimum. If your scene calls for you to cross a street, just cross the damn street and try not to tear your ACL. One take later, you're done and on to the next doughnut.

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The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man was actually a former extra with a bottomless stomach
and way too much downtime.

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Total nope. For starters, I was on set for 11 straight hours. I don't care what you're doing, 11 hours of it will take its toll on you. And in my case, I walked across the street in the morning and ran from an unseen to-be-CGI'd-later terror in the afternoon. And I did both over and over and over and over and over and over again, for 11 hours, standing, walking, and running the whole time. By the time I clocked out, my legs were screaming for mercy, which I'm pretty sure is the opposite of both easy and boring.

Because that's the second thing: The movie people do care about your "nothing" role. They couldn't be more devoted to perfectionism if they had to dismantle a time bomb strapped to the president. They made damn sure every inch of our costumes and delivery was spot-on. We must've walked up and down that cursed street a hundred times, because it had to be just right. Everybody had to keep pace with everyone else -- not too fast, not too slow. We could cross only when the little white walking man let us, and we couldn't leave the crosswalk. And anybody in a car absolutely had to wait until the light was green and couldn't brake or hit the gas too quickly ever, even if nobody died because of it. If even one of us fucked up, we all had to start again.

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I'm assuming union contracts call for a free tank of gas after 300 takes.

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And my costume? They obsessed over that too. More than once, somebody snuck up behind me to fix a slight scrunch in the bottom of my jacket or to slightly adjust my collar. And early on, they came up to me and had me hike up my pants to almost Urkel levels, because I had excess leg length and they didn't want that kind of distraction to show on camera.

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Daylong wedgies are how you pay your Hollywood dues.

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While you might think this sounds awfully ticky-tack, I actually respect the hell out of them for doing it. Extras are pure background, so we shouldn't stick out at all. If we jaywalked, ran across the street, wore saggy pants, or did anything else that could be considered part of a "character," suddenly the audience thinks we're part of the story and that we tripped over our pants leg while power-walking past a dozen other street-crossers because we're secretly the villain. That might make for a decent s****y internet fan theory, but it's not actual cinematic foreshadowing.

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There is no Dana, only Awkward Hurried Businessman.

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So crap like that needs to be snuffed out immediately, and they did a damn good job of it. Sure, it's a goofy comedy based on another goofy comedy, but they weren't going to let anything but perfection slide. They wanted to make sure every last detail was as right as humanly possible, and if getting there took 200 takes, they would do 200 takes. I can respect that. Besides, this utter perfectionism sometimes evolved into wonderful surrealism, like a street filled with cars all backing up at once, in perfect synchronicity, to get back into starting position for the next take. It was like God had rewound real life, and it's humanity's loss that I wasn't Solid Snake-sneaky enough to smuggle my camera on set.

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For Being Nobodies, We Were Treated Very Well

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In just about every industry, the perception is that the people on top spit on the people below, with the bottom drones all but drowning in spit. So, naturally, many people would assume the same thing happens in film. Background extras, supposedly the single least important aspect of a movie aside from the people who pirate it, are nothing but meat, right? Worse than meat, even, because people like meat, especially when liberally garnished with salt, pepper, and oil. Extras? We're nothing but rancid, spoiled Steak-umms that others flavor with a sprig of parsley and then happily puke down the drain.

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Nothing that looks like diarrhea-soaked toilet paper should ever be consumed by anyone.

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Or not. I can count on zero fingers the number of times the Ghostbusters people gave me s**t for anything, or simply gave me s**t for the sake of giving me s**t because who's going to yell at them for it. And it's not because I was simply the best extra they had (even though I totally was). Nobody, even the people who really didn't know what they were doing, got yelled at or publicly called out for their mistakes. So if you were hoping for a hit piece on Melissa McCarthy's stunt double pouring coffee down my pants because I dared breathe within 10 feet of her, you're just going to have to write it yourself.

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You need at least five films on your resume before the real Melissa McCarthy
wastes her coffee on your Levi's.

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Now, obviously, this is filmmaking and not anarchy, so we did have rules and direction to follow. Those who broke them had to be dealt with, but there was no enraged director R. Lee Ermeying his way down the line, verbally abusing anyone who haphazardly increased their walking speed from 2 mph to 3 mph without permission. The way they dealt with issues was ... professional. Like we were actual workers. Guidance, encouragement, gentle reminders, stuff like that. The most I ever saw was a couple people who got "spoken to" after repeatedly ignoring instructions to not jaywalk. And that talking-to was basically private -- all I saw was a stagehand gesture to the two and semi-quietly say, "I need to speak with you two over here." And I saw them working later, without black eyes, bruises, or the telltale waddling of a freshly broomsticked ass.

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If you want to be an over-analytical twit (and why wouldn't you?), you could conclude that they only act this way due to social media. This is the Age Of Accountability, after all, and any anonymous jamoke who screams "WITCH!" on 4RedditBookGram gets taken as seriously as if Walter Cronkite himself had said it. So if a studio treats extras like trash, even though they're just extras, the Outrage Machine would KILL them. So they don't.

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"n datz th way it iz, you f****n' n0obz."

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Or, you can be a boring non-twit (and why would you?) and just conclude that these are professionals who act professional, expect others to be professional, and treat people professionally even when something goes wrong. Either way, don't expect to get punched out on set unless you're filming the riot scene of Wah Wah Wah: The Story Of The 2011 Vancouver Canucks.

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They Don't Give A s**t If You're A Fan, Just That You're A Worker

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Confession time: I've never seen Ghostbusters. I've never seen Ghostbusters II. I've never watched the cartoon, played the games, drank Ecto-Cooler, nothing. I know of the franchise, obviously -- I'm not some space alien who crash-landed in the Ozarks in 2010, only to escape and start writing potty humor for the typey sex-picture-making box. But that doesn't change how me buying a ticket to hopefully see myself on the big screen (and watch talented and funny actresses ply their trade, I guess) will be the first time I've thrown time or money at Ghostbusters anything, ever.

The Coca-Cola Company
I preferred my barely flavored, high-calorie sugar water almost taste of strawberries,
thank you very much.

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So, with all that in mind, how the f**k did I get this job and keep it? Simple, really: They don't care. Fandom never came up during the casting call (they asked about my hobbies and if I had a filmable car, but nothing about my favorite Ernie Hudson one-liner), and it sure as f**k didn't come up during the actual shoot. The one and only thing that mattered to the filmmakers was, "Can you do the job?" And I could, so they kept me around. Doesn't matter that it took me until Obama's second term to learn Slimer was originally a bad guy.

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Had I taken my friends' suggestions that I "study" for my role by watching the movies multiple times, Earth-2 Jason's Hollywood debut would've gone exactly the same as Earth-1 Jason's. And honestly? I feel the same professionalism-over-nerdism mindset would apply to the actual stars, as well. If Kate McKinnon has absorbed just as much Ghostbusters as I have, that shouldn't stop her from playing her role perfectly. She's not Daniel Day-Lewising as Harold Ramis, after all. Despite the hair.

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She was always first on set, ever since replacing her hairstylist with "sleeping on it funny."

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This advice goes triple, by the way, if you ever get a background job and go out of your way to "be a fan." Remember how I said nobody who showed up to the casting call wearing Ghostbusters garb got a job? That would be the kiss of f*****g death if I, or anyone else, had tried that crap on set. Or, even worse, if any of us had fanboyed or fangirled any of the stars. If I had fawned all over Kristen Wiig or tried to get her autograph, I'd be booted out of Boston quicker than a Steinbrenner. She was just a co-worker, albeit one way more rich and famous than I, and deserved to be treated as such.

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That's her "SECURITY!" look.

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Even when Wiig took a quick second to compliment me on my hard work, any response aside from the smile and "Thank you" I gave her would've been uncivilized. Yes, my insides were squeeing and I was silently proposing marriage as she said it, but, externally, I kept it 100 percent professional, as was expected of me. Besides, she complimented, like, every backgrounder in the group. That would've been a lot of competition for her hand.

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Suck It Up And Work Overnights; They're The Best

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Obviously, even the most craven of backpack-toters wouldn't be afraid of no ghosts in the daytime. So, two out of my three shifts started after Wheel Of Fortune and ended before the Space Gods resurrected the sun for at least one more run. Overnight work can f**k up even the most flexible of internal clocks, since that's when we're biologically meant to sleep and all. But I'm telling you -- if you ever get in a movie and they offer you overnights, toughen up and take them. They're the f*****g best.

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My shoot was in the dead of summer, so there's one advantage to working nights right off the bat: I'm not melting. That 11-hour day shoot, in addition to giving my legs a workout, sweated the calories off me even when I wasn't moving. Heavy fall jacket, long shirt, long pants, and 90 degrees don't get along well at all. But the first three plus the chill of the moon? So nice. And during downtime (hey, SAG union people hogging most of the Day 3 work, what's good?), we were far more likely to hole up in a cool, air-conditioned hotel banquet room, versus whatever empty sweatbox warehouse they scrounged up during the day.

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"Don't forget to bring a towel."

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Regardless of the season, though, the overnight shifts just seemed more intimate, and not in the Skinemax way. For one thing, there were fewer people -- fewer extras and fewer people in general. Since by a certain hour everyone's either asleep, passed-out drunk, or watching Colbert while almost passed-out drunk, you don't have to deal with nearly as much real-life riff-raff. Like buses ambling along their typical route, either unaware or apathetic to the closed-off set they just intruded on. Or tourists rambling their way into the shot despite sign after sign saying not to, because that's how you get discovered, apparently.

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"Those two will play the part of people we set on fire for real."

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It felt more intimate when dealing with co-workers too. We had something to bond over -- namely, the want of coffee. But also the fact that we were up and working and so many others weren't. So the chatter flowed more freely, laughter was more abundant, people took direction better, and one experienced extra even said I look "like an actor." This was a huge compliment, unless he meant I looked like Steven Seagal, and it made my panicked running that night feel just a bit more special.

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Even Steven Seagal gets offended when people tell him he looks like Steven Seagal.

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But what of the catering, you ask? For a lot of extras, free meals are the single biggest perk of the gig. And while the day shift's food wasn't much to brag about (not much meat and zero caffeine), night-time meals were incredible, almost like they were rewarding us for telling Mr. Sandman to go f**k himself. We had meat, pasta, salads, coffee, red velvet cake, AND breakfast for those who just have to have waffles 24/7. Compared to all this, sleep just felt kinda stupid.

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Hey, know what else is stupid? Damn near every sawed-off whine-fest about this film ...

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The Internet Seriously Needs To Shut The f**k Up

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Because I basically live on the internet, I wasn't sure what the initial casting call for Ghostbusters would even look like. Would it be a ghost town? After all, this movie's invited a lot of vitriol, most of which boils down to "GIRLBUSTERS? BOOOOOOOOO GURLZ NOT FUNNY MAH CHILDHUD." I mean, who would want to take part in such blatant metaphorical paedocide?

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"Needs more salt."

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Well, a lot, that's who. Easily thousands of people poured in to be part of this film. And from the conversations I took part in and overheard, the anti-girlbuster sentiment does not extend to real life. Some people seemed dimly aware of the controversy at best, others didn't know a thing about it, and those who knew all about it simply didn't care. This was a legitimate film, with legitimate stars (and legitimate paychecks) and people legitimately wanted to be part of it.

Oh, there were no protesters outside, either; it's almost like the rude-and-crude macho-bullshit-posturing social media throws our way is exactly that: bullshit. Or maybe they just got lost, as I did. The casting crew did not make it easy to find them, perhaps as their first test of our commitment. And as far as the movie went: Nobody man-hated, Leslie Jones didn't burn a Dan Aykroyd effigy while chanting Beyonce lyrics in strange tongues, and nobody had to sign a waiver agreeing to never again watch, speak of, or even think about the original franchise. It's just a goddamned movie.

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As opposed to Ghostbusters II, more commonly known as "That GODDAMNED movie."

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Now, will it be a good movie? I don't know; they didn't let me read the script. I obviously hope it's good. Since it's a reboot, we more or less know what's going to happen, so the movie's success will ride almost entirely on the jokes. Also, how much screen time they give me.

Listen, if you don't want to see Ghostbusters because you're sick of endless reboots and remakes, fine. If you don't want to see it because goofy ghost stories aren't your thing, also fine. If you don't like the actresses, fair enough. But if your reason for poo-pooing this film is "goilz suk," then you officially have less credibility than whoever thought Extreme Ghostbusters was a good idea. Find something else to cry about.

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