Thanksgiving went by in a blink. Chris Merritt arrived one day earlier, and we wasted no time strapping on the work boots. When we finally got back to the William Moses Office Park (my apartment), I barely knew where to begin. So much to show and tell.
Chris took his first look at the now complete Poppet head, saw drawings, read logs, watched splices, and, with due enthusiasm, viewed the rough-rough cut of Killer Weed 2.

See, editor Scott cobbled together the existing scenes and plopped them onto DVD for Chris to keep and review. Chris beamed as he watched it, his gaze locked into the screen, and at the end, when he finally turned away, there was a definite fire in his eyes.
Over the holiday weekend we set out to accomplish a number of things:
1) a sound effects recording session
2) filming the slicing open of 2 blood-filled prop necks
3) a Chris Merrit interview for the behind-the-scenes DVD movie

We did the sound effects first, going to the grocery store for food to stab, chop, slice and dice and otherwise mutilate. That was Thanksgiving Day. At the end of it all, we three looked around and realized we'd pulverized every piece of grub in the house. And so, we had to go back to the grocery store, and again brave the long lines just so we wouldn't have to eat gum paste for dinner.
The neck-slicing was less cut and dry, as the whole ordeal from inception was experimental at best. Chris and I spent the better part of Day 2 dressing the neck and torso, mixing blood and generally getting things ready. Come showtime, the three of us bickered over the exact approach and probably spent a whole hour just staring at it. All in all, the neck sliced nicely and the blood spewed freely and everyone seemed happy.
One other gore pickup made the list, albeit on short order. An early scene in KW2 features zombies yanking entrails from some unlucky schmo. Though not absolutely necessary, we decided to pad this with an insert shot of a ripped-open belly, complete with ghoul hands poking around inside.

Unlike the necks (which were the product of months-long work and makeshift science) the belly-rip came together in the fever of a single day. I simply made a layer of liquid latex skin; added crimson cotton muscle tissue; then blood-filled condom organs; folded the skin over; and voila: one gut burrito. Chris taped it to my abdomen. Soon thereafter he and some volunteers ripped into the sucker for the camera.
Chris Merritt's last full day saw us switch modes entirely, from KW2 itself to the featurette. He helped me organize segments along a flow chart by category (makeup, cast, etc.). From there we built a loose structure, enabling us to visualize it as a whole and acknowledge the holes.

The purpose of the interviews is to plug the holes.
Chris and I dressed a one wall set and before long he was rolling off sound bites. The interview played like a formal conversation under familar tones. And a great way to spend my waning hours with Chris without actually having to be social. I find non-Killer Weed matters trivial, and I was tired of hearing about his man-rash.
Matt