Behind an unmarked door in a mixed-use development in midtown Atlanta, deep in a warren of industrial-chic loft spaces, four heads huddle in front of a video monitor. The crew behind Archer is preparing to send the last act of the season’s final episode off to FX for approval, and the producers in the edit bay have circled back to one shot for changes.
“Does that liquid effect look too fakey?”
“I wondered about that, but you laughed at it.”
“I was laughing at the line delivery.”
On the screen, Sterling Archer and Pam Poovey bob in identical white diving suits, exchanging quips and firing a laser gun at encroaching leukocytes. They’ve been shrunk to the size of blood cells in order to enter the body of a scientist and blast apart a blood clot in his brain, and the guys in the room are worried that the sea of blood plasma their characters are floating in doesn’t look quite realistic. This is something of a unique television problem, and this is the kind of argument that comes up every day at Floyd County Productions.
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