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|This was only the beginning of Shaq's successful movie career.|
|No, this wasn't the scene after the making of "The Next Man."|
|Now this is a stuntman.|
A voice yelled out, "Cut! That's a cut!!!" You could hear a murmur/mutter spread among the crew and extras, "Holy s---." The A.D. shouted through his megaphone, "Okay. That's a wrap! That's a wrap, everyone! Go to wardrobe! Sign out and go home. Thank you very much! Thank you! And don't steal anything on the way out!" I looked through the mayhem to the far curb. The stuntman was crumpled up in a ball. He slowly unfolded his body, feeling for damage. His face was black with gunpowder and burnt cork. He rubbed his eyes. I walked over and he looked up at me. "What happened to you?" he asked. "I ducked," I said. "Smart move," he said. Back on the commercial, we bounce through a bunch of camera set-ups, then it's time to blow the backboard. The A.D. calls a safety meeting. The special-effects guy explains there might be tiny shards of glass, so we should all protect our eyes. One of the players says he was looking up at the hoop when the shot went up, so what should he do now. It's a good question. The director and cameraman consider. "Look," says the director. "We can cheat you back a bit. You won't be right under it." He's not exactly answering the question. As the cameras are set, I pull the players together. I'd just learned that this isn't a union shoot. There's no SAG (Screen Actors' Guild) minimums here. No overtime. No stunt adjustments. No doctor on the set. "Gentlemen, listen up," I say. "Just before the ball hits the backboard, turn your heads away."
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