About a month in, I was starting a screening in our new
theater for the president of IMAX, and the moment I hit play, the power went
out. The room was dark, so no one else
even knew right away, just expecting the picture to start any moment. My workstation was on battery, but the
projector, speakers, and lights were all off.
I had to go open the door just to give them enough light to get outside. It was not the proudest moment for my bosses. There was also a large event planned to take
place at the office that night, a script reading like the one in Argo. So we checked the circuit breakers all the way
up the system, and everything was still on.
It eventually took the power company eight hours to restore the electrical
service to our feed. It was technically back
on before the event, but in the meantime, unable to risk it not being repaired
in time, we had rented a generator, and gotten it all hooked up.
That prompted us to look into a more permanent generator
solution. We eventually got a large
generator, which we ran every day, allowing us to use all of our equipment at
once, which had not been possible with the construction power. And then every night as work was winding
down, we would shut it off, and using a system I designed, switch the whole building
onto the construction power for the night, with a large physical transfer
switch. So the power would go out for
about two seconds, twice a day, which rebooted any systems not on battery
backups, and reeked havoc on our UPS systems in the long term, but we were able
to keep everything going. Having more
power available also allowed us to install an air conditioning system in the
edit rooms. We hadn’t had anything like
that until then.
It was about this time that the post side of the facility got another nickname, the Millennium Falcon. “She may not look like much, but she's the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy.” We were using cutting edge technology, held together with duck tape and twist ties, but every once in a while it would just fail to start. At which point Scott would come out of his edit room, imitate a Star Wars sound effect, and cry out, “Mayday, the Falcon has crashed.” My boss even had Bandito Post Team t-shirts made, with the Millennium Falcon silhouetted in the background.
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