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It’s a bitter 22 degrees on a Sunday in late November. Six actors in dark leather coats trudge up eight flights of stairs to what’s supposed to be a rooftop shoot at the Russell Industrial Center in Detroit. One floor from the top they’re told they’re in the wrong place; the shoot is below.
An incident like this on typical movie set would elicit bitchy comments about the incompetence of the production assistant. Not this bunch. Giddy to work, the twentysomething actors spin on their heels, (...)