What, like you cure cancer? Oh you do? Well, ok, then, congratulations, I guess. Or whatever.
I'm getting ready to make some new TV commercials and I'm really excited. It's kind of an awesome process. You have one silly little idea, then someone spends a few million bucks hiring a shit ton of people to make it a reality.
When we show up in your neighborhood, you notice. We have about 10 trucks and trailers. And this was for a 30 second spot without a single actor.
We sometimes spend months coming up with ideas. This one was a lark. I randomly thought it would be weird and funny. I still have no idea why any sane grown-up actually let me make it.
The directors don't want the writers all up their business, so they set up a place for us to chill and watch on monitors. They keep us there with lots of craft services deliveries.
Everyone gains weight on a shoot. We had steak for dinner that night. And sushi for lunch.
Oh, you don't have half a fuselage in your backyard? They'll bring one of these to your location. I don't think she's airworthy. And after all that trouble, we actually ended up cutting this shot from the final spot.
These creepy lips were made especially for our spot. $30,000 for the lot of them. Creepy is costly.
Then we went to Santa Monica to edit. More steak. More sushi. Tough life.
And finally, the weird spot. People love it or hate it. If you hate it, maybe don't bother commenting.
"Lips" from Bee on Vimeo.