As you may or may not already know, my friends Tucker and Nils are making a film full of filthy adventures. I've read the script, and though I'm clearly a fan, I have to say it was completely hilarious, and if you don't go see the movie, you're a masochist.
I'm supposed to be making a cameo appearance within the backdrop of a scene. This cameo involved me posing passed out on a couch with an empty bottle of Tequila in my hand. I'm not much of an actress, but something about that character seemed familiar to me. Something in me said, "I understand that girl. I can get inside her. I see her motivations." Piece o' cake.
Except, tonight, Tucker calls me and says, "We have to give you a line. It doesn't make sense if we don't."
Wha...what? I have to say a line? In a movie? In front of a camera? Wha...what?
I don't even let Aunt Judy take my picture at the labor day picnic. I run away or grab the camera like Sean Penn. I nearly had to walk a red carpet once. I planned to run it, until I found a rear entrance. I am woefully unqualified to say a line in a movie, even if it is a simple two word retort.
I've found myself wandering around my humble abode all evening saying the line. Word 1, word 2. Over and over. It's just two words. It's not a whole line, like: "These pretzels are makin' me thirsty," or anything.
Posted by The Bunny at 11:40 PM