Exactly three and a half hours after I hit the hay last night, my cell phone rang and woke me up out of a dead sleep. It was Caroline, the director of the movie I worked on yesterday. In my complete grogginess, I agreed to get back up and rush back to work to do "something," but in my complete mental fog and with her Quebec French, which is still hard for me to understand, I wasn't exactly sure what I was rushing back to work for at that crazy-early hour.
Much to my surprise when I arrived, I learned that the Australian actress (her name is Kate Renwick, by the way)-- anyway, she was running late for work, and I needed to be her body double in a scene being filmed from across a street, with an actress named Jade. I'm handed the wardrobe, and it's, um...a body-hugging, long sleeved white shirt under a black spandex dress with a huge red belt, black leggings, and gray Converse sneakers. Excuse me?!?! Where are the wardrobe police? Thank goodness Canada's cold and even the prostitutes have to bundle up. Fortunately, as a body double, my face is supposed to remain hidden, and the camera was always far away. I'm not going to want to own up to this.
Speaking of police, this brings me to my second movie role of the day. I was also asked to play a rough-looking lady cop. Again, that's totally me, huh? With having had only 3-ish hours of sleep and my make-up being all gone, "rough-looking" was incredibly easy to pull off. Even worse, one shot is an extreme close-up. Not good. Sorry, friends, but no one will be receiving copies of my acting debut.
I got to keep my police ball cap as a souvenir, and I wore it back to the studio. When I got there, one of the models/actors whose work I've been admiring from afar (Karl Farah-Lajoie) was wearing a police outfit, so my police hat was a nice segue to conversation. All's well that ends well, right?
I think I'm just going to arrest myself and call it a night.
2 comments:
Share with us some of your lines from the movie. I want to live vicariously through you and pretend they asked me to play a svelte, 15-year-oldish looking cop for the film and then practice my lines in front of a mirror.
...and then share some of your lines from hitting on the model/actor cop, Karl.
By the way, have any of the models/actors asked about me? I mean, someone must be curious about the 8x10 nude portrait of me that you're wearing around your neck at all times. You are wearing that like I asked, right?
Per your request, here's one of my lines. It's from the scene where I jump out of the Scooby van and run over to the bad guy who's been knocked unconscious. I rush to his side and yell, "Annie, Annie, are you okay?"
No clue why they didn't keep it.
As for my lines from hitting on Karl, I'll share those with you offline. Oh, I mean - I wasn't hitting on him.
And yes, of COURSE I have that picture of you (I even had it made into a t-shirt - it's selling wildly up here). I'll be sending you a package of resumes and photos I've received for you very soon.
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