I shot a Don’t Tell the Bride wedding in Newcastle a few years ago. The ceremony room was tiny and I jostled for space with TWO film crews. We all finally settled in and waited for the bride to be to enter.
Just as she did, the sound guy un-apolagetically stepped right in front of me and one of the video guys literally elbowed me out of the way. Quite deliberately and with force. There was absolutely no need as both had a perfect viewpoint – it was purely malicious. I noticed the director grinning and giving the video guy the thumbs up. Needless to say I got my own elbows out and got the shots I needed but I was fuming.
About an hour later, the director came up and barked at me that he’d need my photos on his desk within the week – he was completely contemptuous, utterly dismissive. Lost. For. Words.
They got **** all from me despite numerous phone calls, during which I recovered the power of speech and waxed eloquent.