Little Hollywood

This morning my neighborhood is a hoppin' Hollywood movie set. It's so trippy and fun. There's a camera crew, actresses dressed up as prostitutes standing around getting their makeup touched up, trucks with equipment trailers with dressing rooms, the whole deal right here on our street. We watched with binoculars from the roof over the 2nd-floor front porch.

They're here to film an episode for a cable television drama called The Brotherhood. The former Lauzon funeral parlor has been turned into a fictitious Asian massage parlor, and the new Asian video store, next door to Joe's Moldy Oldies, now has a worn neon Motel sign over the window. As the film crew has discovered, our neighborhood is already a time warp on most days.

I'm out of touch with popular culture so I don't know about the show but I do appreciate the hard work that it takes to make this stuff happen, especially the cooperation between people. It's like observing the workings of an ant colony!