Walking near 4th and Spring this morning, I passed a parking lot where a crew was setting up for a shoot. Big Shots, I think it was.
On the corner, a knot of about 15 WGA protesters carried signs. With them was a burly man in a Teamsters jacket.
A grip was laying dolly tracks next to them. Things between the grip and the Teamster got heated.
The Teamster, appealing to Union solidarity, called the grip “Brother.”
The grip shouted, “You’re NOT my brother.”
Then they went nose to nose.
The 15 or so writers shrank back from the confrontation.
I don’t think anybody was actually shoved. Shortly thereafter, the Teamster walked away, back towards his hovering cohort.
The grip was left to continue laying his tracks, muttering.