We got it done… mostly.
Six hours of goo & tubes (some of which went in unexpected directions), inflating celebration balloons with a compressor under sodden cardigan to indicate the bloating, roaming shots of intentionally collapsing silicon with squirting vinegar & some fizzle to show the melting, all hands on the pumps including significant help from Gregg Annderson, the mortician & his daughter Corrie, who ended up wearing quite a lot of goo themselves – to say first, human blood, second, monster blood down the unblocked drains. And of course… the surreal, but successful elephant passing through a tennis racket… Hoooray!
By the end, we had the sense that we’d got a satisfactory couple of mag-fulls.
(Poor bloody editor)