This is the fifth in a series of posts dedicated to all the Jeremy Renner fangirls and fanboys who don’t have the time and/or the willingness to make fools of themselves just for a chance to ogle the JRen at the filming of his movie The Bourne Legacy in the Philippines. #teamRennerManila is at your service.
Read part 1 here.
Saturday, 18 February 2012. 1500hrs (ish).
We were getting wet. It was raining, but we had a nice-ish view of Jeremy Renner sitting, talking to people around him. Then we realized this was getting ridiculous and we ran for cover. The rain didn’t last long, though. I was getting hungry so we headed back to the cafeteria for more food. One of Annie’s friends had come to join us, but she couldn’t get in the campus because classes were over for the day and the guards weren’t letting anyone in anymore. “Do you think I should go outside and see her?” Annie said. “ARE YOU CRAZY??” I said. “They might not let you in anymore.” Sometimes you leave no man behind; sometimes it’s every fangirl for herself. (Sorry, Annie’s friend! Come with us next time.)
We took some time in the cafeteria, as the hotdog I bought had to be, well, cooked. I was tired (my most strenuous physical activity these days is shopping) and thirsty. I chugged down a liter of water, hoping my bladder wouldn’t make me regret it later, because if good stuff was happening at the shoot, I didn’t wanna have to run for the bathroom. As we exited the building, we saw that the security people had blocked off the way back to where we were hanging out earlier. But it was fine because apparently the action was right in front of us.
There’s a monument in the middle of the PUP campus. What monument that was, I had no idea. Anyway, the huge truck where JRen and the director were discussing a scene earlier was parked beside it. This was our view, except we were on the ground:
JRen pulled up sans jacket on the motorbike and disappeared from our view behind the truck. After a while he started to drive off slowly while nodding to whomever he was talking to behind the truck. Then he drove towards the gate, where we remembered the truck containing the five or so versions of the same bike were being kept. Then after a while we saw him come back on foot.
Yes, Jeremy Renner returned the bike himself. No, he didn’t have one of the many crew people there do it for him. Yes, he is awesome like that.
After a while he left and a few minutes later came back on the bike, all decked out in that leather jacket again with Rachel Weisz or her body double (she was again wearing the helmet) riding with him. The scene went this way: They’d drive by the parked truck and slam into it or whatever — we couldn’t see that part because we were watching from the wrong side. BUT. After driving past the truck, they’d circle the monument (which meant driving past us) to get back to the starting point. The scene had to be shot many, many times, so we were treated to the sight of JRen driving around the monument on the motorbike. Over and over.
Wait, why wasn’t I filming this? Oh, right.
So, yeah, sorry PUPians. The school won’t be appearing in the movie as it is — it was just a good place to film the close up shots for the car chase, which they couldn’t do while filming on location in the public streets.
After the scene had been shot, the actors drove off, and soon the road was unblocked. We went back to our old spot. After a while, they were shooting more of the jeepney-slamming-into-the-motorcycle scene. At around 4.30, they wrapped up. We know it was a wrap because someone with a megaphone was saying something about tomorrow’s shoot being at Jones’ bridge (thank you for the info!) and thanking everyone for their good work. Everyone clapped, including Jeremy. I was standing across the driveway from the area they were working, and I clapped too. (Shut up.) It was a great experience — especially for someone who’s been raised on movies since childhood and can still recite entire lines of dialogue from The Sound of Music, Sabrina and Star Wars — being able to see some of the the workings of a Hollywood production fairly closely. Oh, who am I kidding: those pecs are ridiculously magnificent under that grey shirt.
We kept our eye on JRen as he walked around for a while talking to people, before heading toward his tent (I think they used tents instead of trailers because of space constraints). We found ourselves near the gate we came in. There was a cordoned off parking lot where the tents were, and a lot of trailers and cars. Ernest, a student from PUP whom we had accidentally ended up hanging out with because he, too, was taking this whole watching-the-shoot as seriously as we were, was already there ahead of us. He said he got Rachel Weisz to wave back at him because he yelled out her name when she appeared a couple of minutes before. We found out he was a huge Rachel Weisz fan, and was only mildly interested in Jeremy. “Where’d she go?” JRen was also nowhere to be seen. “She was going to get into her car, but she went behind the trucks somewhere.”
Jeremy Renner suddenly walked past. He had changed into a blue shirt, sweatpants and sandals, and was carrying a backpack. Before we could stop spazzing long enough to call out his name, he disappeared behind the make-up trailer. We waited.
Soon, Rachel Weisz was back. She spent a few minutes talking to a couple of people before getting into her car. (I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I’d see her as she flew back to the UK later that night.)
We saw JRen’s car — the maroon Ford Explorer (I will not post the license plates here for security purposes) he was driven in to, from and around filming sites. It parked between the tents and the make-up trailer facing away from us, and the driver didn’t get off. They were getting ready to leave.
Where the hell was he? We’d been waiting fifteen minutes.
“Maybe he fell asleep on us,” I said to Annie. “Or he’s waiting for us to leave before coming out.”
“Check under the trucks, maybe he’s sneaking out that way.”
We strained our eyes to look under the trailers. Obviously, our brains had already parted with logic at this point.
It took some convincing but Ernest agreed to yell out Jeremy’s name when he showed up again, to get his attention, as we were quite a ways off. As my teachers in school (and people at the office) could attest, I am a loudmouth. However, I don’t trust myself to be loud enough when I’m nervous or agitated, so yay for new friends who will yell at Hollywood stars for you.
A couple of marchers had started hanging out where we were standing. Annie and I were chatting them up.
“All you need to do is ask his bodyguards if you could get a photo with him,” one of them said. “They’re really nice.”
“Well, yes, I know they’re nice,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean they’ll say yes.”
They assured us they would.
It was Ernest, bless him, right on cue. I turned. JRen was walking from behind the make-up trailer to his car, and at the sound of his name looked at our direction.
We waved like a bunch of idiots. He waved back. It was now or never. I held up a present I had brought for him and tried to shout out, “Will you take this?”
My voice failed: I could barely hear myself. Jeremy Renner looked away and got into his car.
(To be continued.)