The sixth day, which unlike the Biblical one, does not precede a day of rest.
But it did have an awesome VFX review. This means we spent an hour or so sitting with the VFX folks, led by our second year VFX supervisor Bob Munroe. This is the same Bob Munroe who made it look like Robert Redford was in the middle of the ocean in All is Lost when instead he was sitting on a few feet of prop sail boat in the middle of a middling sized swimming pool. So let me show you the magic of our VFX.
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This, is the parking lot behind our studio:
We shot someone standing in that parking lot. Bob’s department turned that shot into this:
Now, keep in mind, this is a raw image straight from the vendor. No color grading has been applied. This is the WORST that image will ever look, and I’m sorry, but even so that is Bobbie Draper standing on fucking MARS.
So, yeah, we also saw an epic space battle, possibly around someplace named after an Egyptian god that is possible of wisdom. Not going to show any shots of that. Sorry. Gonna have to tune in January to have your shit fully wrecked by that stuff.
Oh, yeah, and we made a few more tweaks to the last couple episodes of the season script wise, hung out on set for a minute with Steven Strait and Dominique Tipper and Wes Chatham and another dude we might not be allowed to talk about but his character is named after one of Jupiter’s moons.
We also walked the wrecked corridors of Ganymede, peeked into a secret lab where all sorts of malfeasance was being perpetrated, and strode the creaky decks of the Crying Sleepwalker.
Back in the boring mundane world we did a few marketing and merchandising meetings, and talked about all the awesome things we will be doing and announcing at New York Comic Con so if you’re an east coaster, you’ll definitely want to make it out to that. Daniel and I will liberally hand out high fives.
Tomorrow, I’m going to try and get you guys a short interview with Bob Munroe to talk VFX and maybe a peek at his department. We’ll see what we can wrangle up.
But, seriously, Bobbie Draper on fucking Mars.