And the Oscar goes to...

definitely not me! Well, my friends, the good news is that I made it into a movie!! For sure and for certain! But I'm still laughing at how it all went down--the entire day, in fact. (Incidentally, I had to turn down a lead role in another film because I'd already committed to this one...bummer...)

Bob from Wisconsin and I (by the way, everyone thinks he's my dad)--anyway, we go to the location where our movie is being filmed. He's in it, too. Not to give away too much, but we play the tourists who happen upon a bad mafia guy who's been knocked unconscious. The director tells us we'll do a practice scene before the real one. This is good, because I find the situation highly amusing. First of all, the car we're supposed to be using as tourists is a total Scooby van. No kidding -- it's a green 1970s VW bus. (Did you know they actually have sleeping quarters in the back? I didn't.) Anyway, I am supposed to jump out of the van and run over to the unconscious guy, act all concerned, and tell Bob to call 911, yadda yadda. What actually happens is that 1) I'm cold (it's Canada, after all), so I have a great big coat on over the cute top I picked out especially for the filming occasion, 2) I'm still laughing about the vehicle being a Scooby van, and 3) My foot misses the step as I'm exiting the van and this, of course, makes everything funnier for me. Now, I'm supposed to be all serious about this unconscious guy, but I have the giggles. Moreover, because this isn't the real scene, I'm saying things about the seemingly dead guy like, "He doesn't look so good, does he, Bob?" Thank goodness it's the practice shot, right?

In the meantime, some passerby doesn't realize we're shooting a MOVIE, sees that there's a knife, someone on the ground, and someone else looking like a hostage, and he calls the real 911. The real Montreal police show up within minutes, and proceed to question us all about why we're there--and to Bob and me, what we're doing in the country. Bob has his passport with him, but I don't. Fortunately, I have a nice, handsome policeman who's receptive to my very best puppy dog eyes. (Someone should have been filming then!!) Caroline, the director of the movie, tells me to show the cops the pictures I've taken with my borrowed tourist camera (prop) as evidence of what we've been doing. Ignorantly, I wonder, "why would the cops be interested in the pictures I've taken?" and "isn't all the film equipment around us evidence enough?" It turns out Carolyn had her cameraman keep filming with the real cops there, and she was going to use this scene in her movie, since it looked like Bob and I were giving the cops tips on the bad guy. OH! Whoops. Instead, I'm standing there kind of laughing, trying to figure out how to use the camera. As it pertains to my reaction to Carolyn's request, can we say "not credible" for the movie scene, since I'm smiling the whole time I'm supposedly talking about something grizzly I've just witnessed? Long story short, because we had to deal with the real Montreal police, we've now lost daylight, and our "practice scene" where I tumble out of the Scooby van is the one we have to go with. No time to re-shoot it, thanks to Mr. Sunshine cutting off any opportunity for me to do this right. I am sooooo embarrassed. Are you jealous of my glamorous life as an actress? Yep, thought so.