On the movie, I have one primary assistant, Jeff Waldman. Jeff has been working for me for over a year and is a smart, resourceful guy who is a master problem solver. His official title on the movie is "Associate Producer" and even though it sounds fancy to the uninitiated, to anyone in Hollywood it means "producers assistant."
I have another assistant on the movie, Greg Dunaway. He is technically not employed by the movie, but works directly for me. He takes all the photos and videos for the website, and though he is a pretty talented kid, I got him for super cheap because he literally just graduated from film school a month ago.
Jeff is former Air Force, grew up in a lower middle class neighborhood in Palmdale, California (which is shithole), and is just a tough dude. I mean that literally--in his spare time, he does two things: Makes knives and fights. Like, real, professional MMA fighting; he gets into a cage with tiny gloves on his hands and punches, kicks or chokes people out. A good guy to have your back.
Greg on the other hand...he came from a different background than Jeff. Rich kid from Phoenix, exclusive private school, snobby Catholic college, frat guy (no popped collars), and a film major...yeah, he thinks he's better'n us. Don't get me wrong, he's a good guy, and if he keeps working hard the day will come when he is a successful and well respected director...but at this point in his life, he is a douchebag in the way that all guys are when they are 22 (believe me I was WAY worse at his age). Being that he grew up rich and sheltered makes it twice as bad. He hasn't quite learned that in the real world, actions have consequences.
Yesterday, Jeff posted something on the thread about how Greg punches like a girl (he does, I've seen him):
"Honestly there isn't a day that goes by where Bob doesn't make a joke and everyone stares at him like he just accidentally declared a patient dead. God bless him, he gets the vision and will bring it to life, but he tells a joke like Tucker's assistant throws a punch."
For some reason I cannot conceive of, Greg decided that he would snap back at Jeff. In a confrontational way!:
"Yeah, yeah. Go back to your angry masturbation and drunken mumblings about women. Only Tucker is allowed to demean me in such a public forum. And who insults people via Youtube? Nerd."
That was yesterday. Today at the office, Jeff hands me a video camera and says, "Follow me." This is what happened:
A few things:
-Don't get your panties in a tizzy--Greg is fine, and a rear naked choke is perfectly safe as long as it is released quickly, which Jeff did.
-I'm actually proud of Greg. He showed up on set thinking his shit didn't stink, and in a week, he has humbled himself and really started to learn. There are other reasons that Greg needs to learn a lesson that I won't put up on the blog to save him from the embarrassment (because deep down, he is a good kid). The fact he took his DESERVED humility like a man is proof he is growing up. Good for him. We all have to get our butts kicked a few times to get straight--sadly, Greg's whipping is now on YouTube.
-My favorite part is how Murph comes over and licks him to wake him up. She is such a sweet little pup.
-Greg is my video guy, so he actually had to edit the video of him getting choked out. Awesome.
-Notice how calm Jeff stays. Dude is like Hannibal fucking Lecter. I am never going to cross him. This is a still of his face mid-choke. Wow.
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