tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44014603980182008952011-04-21T16:29:00.954-07:00Hot Setnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401460398018200895.post-73740334128147071942008-06-04T23:19:00.001-07:002008-06-04T23:25:59.907-07:00<a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nkEVxFw7WOo/SEeFfYirJzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dQp_FhntfZw/s1600-h/Fred-as-JJ-Zaxby.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >“Christmas…Who Needs It</span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nkEVxFw7WOo/SEeFfYirJzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dQp_FhntfZw/s400/Fred-as-JJ-Zaxby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208278268287592242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >James Jonathan Zaxby, an easy going, modern urban mogul is bitter towards God and indifferent towards Christmas due to a tragedy in his past. He’s managed to camouflage all his issues with his private jet, business deals and success. On Christmas Eve, Zaxby is forced to make an </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >emergency landing in the small, proud southern town of Cricket Fence, where he encounters </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >twists and surprises around every hilarious country-fried corner.</span><br /><img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" src="file:///Users/wmjuanroberts/Desktop/jj.jpg" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401460398018200895-7374033412814707194?l=hotsetfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hot Setnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401460398018200895.post-81845416809362974802008-06-04T18:06:00.000-07:002008-06-04T18:23:04.685-07:00<a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nkEVxFw7WOo/SEc8jyo_n5I/AAAAAAAAACc/iJEVoYPfHeg/s1600-h/Fred+Smmile+on+setsm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nkEVxFw7WOo/SEc8jyo_n5I/AAAAAAAAACc/iJEVoYPfHeg/s400/Fred+Smmile+on+setsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208198079664070546" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >We shot "Christmas ... Who Needs It" for three weeks straight, 12-18 hour days that started at noon, in 100+ degree heat, with a crazy amount of pages per day to get done.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >Many times Fred was locked in meetings while I was on set doing my thing. Through production assistants, his personal assitants, crew members and of course the Second AD, we kept tabs on our star.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >There was a continual flow of knowing where he was, status of his meetings, if he was in makeup, wardrobe, etc. I am so amazed that he was able to keep it all together and still come on set with a genuine sense of humor in the early am.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >This particular pic was shot after a FULL DAY of activity, I don't remember how many pages. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401460398018200895-8184541680936297480?l=hotsetfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hot Setnoreply@blogger.com0