There is no good reason why, really, but I have been on a location shoot of a film these past few days.
I find it astonishing that all actors and crew are not fat slobs given the quality of catering on these set ups. The film catering unit seems to specialise in greasy sausages, beans, burgers and chips – morning, noon and night – with no alternatives or exceptions. I am led to believe that this is the norm.
Thinking back into the murk of the nineteen eighties, I recall that music video shoots were similarly plagued by lard-based feeding of the rich and famous.
On the face of it, the famous fatties, like Brando, should be the norm rather than the exception.
I now wonder, do all love scenes reek of onions?
