Filming has begun on a new season of Doctor Who – new cast, new crew, on location in my back yard.
When you are the mother of a Cyberman, especially one whose threatening mantra of “You will be deleted” has been cleverly replaced by the Doctor with the much sweeter “Mommy, Mama, I love Mama,” well, it’s nice to be able to respond in kind. Hence the voice mutilator, and a little “Baby, baby, I love baby” out the kitchen window while sipping my morning coffee.
It warms my heart to see how well the cast has been getting along during the three days of this shoot. You know, these things have a way of coming to a crashing end, often with a supporting actor losing interest and wandering off the set, while the star of the show (who is also the director) fumes at the subordinate’s refusal to take direction and see the show through to the end… Three days, though, and no incidents.
I suspect the union successfully argued for more Super Mario breaks between takes. That goes a long way toward ensuring cooperation and harmony on set.
I just want to sit back, close my eyes, and drink in all of this goodwill between brothers.
These are good, creative days. Good days, indeed.