Here's a still from the thoroughly awful movie "Confessions of a Shopaholic". I only post this because about a year ago I was in Manhattan while they were filming this scene right outside my hotel.
Which happened to be the St. Regis.
I can't afford the place (of course) but I was doing a work project there, so they picked up the very nice room for me.
Here's my blog post from March of last year:
Today there was a movie being shot right outside my hotel. A big film crew arrived early and started setting up on 55th St. Around lunchtime I strolled over to see what was going on.
There was a small crowd of people milling around the street corner, near a hot dog vending cart, so I wandered over to check it out.
I walked up next to a couple standing on the sidewalk and looked around. There was a makeup person applying some powder to what I figured was an actor a few feet away. I looked down and realized I was standing right at the end of dolly tracks, and a big Panavision 35mm camera was mounted on a dolly and pointing my way.
"Excuse me sir! You need to move," a production assistant snapped at me.
What the fuck?!?
"I'm sorry, I was just watching what was going on with these people," I said.
"These are all extras! They're actors! You're in the shot! You need to be across the street, please." she said, pointing to a much bigger crowd, all looking my way.
Ah! That makes sense! I muttered an apology and skulked across the street, somewhat embarrassed.
So I fired off a few shots and quickly left. I don't even know yet what was being filmed, but I can always call my butler (yes, each floor of the St. Regis has a butler, who will fetch you more ice or help you dispose of a dead hooker, whichever is needed) and ask him to find out for me.
Butlers rule. Everybody should have one.
I don't know how I survived this long without one.
UPDATE: I eventully asked the concierge instead. He said the movie was "Confessions of a Shopaholic", which apparently is a Disney vehicle with a slew of well-known actors in it, none of whom I saw during the few minutes I was there. I guess I just missed Isla Fisher.