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I have several modest life goals.
In order of importance, they are:
1) Inspire an action figure in my likeness.
2) Necessitate definition in my own Wikipedia page.
3) Star in a horror movie. BOOM BABY.
I spent this past weekend in the basement of a church in Bedstuy filming the climax to a horror movie. I got involved with this project back when I was casting a very wide net with my acting auditions. As is usually the case with wide nets, I pulled in a lot of crap. I spent several months training for a high school dance movie with a bunch of flaky Jamaicans (note: I do not wish to imply a stereotype that all Jamaicans are flaky. These particular Jamaicans, however, could barely muster the organization necessary to complete a sentence). Needless to say the feature never got done. I was a part of numerous student films that were never finished (I theorized that if a project was assigned for class, it had to be finalized at some point, right? Wrong). What I'm getting at is that as an actor starting out you get roped into a lot of half-assed endeavors that you do for free, hoping to get a copy of the finished product, or at least some much needed experience. Movies are hard to make, especially truly independent ones, and I have great respect for the people behind last weekend's shoot for actually finishing what they started.
That said…the movie is gonna be fricking awesome! Okay, so I do my hopeless romantic schtick as I’ve done many times before, only in this movie the girl I’m unrequitedly in love with is fucking POSSESSED, being eaten away from the inside by a crazy demon! The actress playing her (who is incidentally also the writer and director) lost ALMOST 100 POUNDS over the course of the two year shoot. As unhealthy and border-line nutty as that is, you can’t argue with the fact that seeing the girl waste away over the course of a two-hour movie is going to look fucking SICK.
Since this weekend was the finale, I spent most of the time doing what every non-evil character does in the finale of any horror movie: running around screaming and looking confused. Things that confused/frightened my character included:
1) Pools of blood.
2) Botched exorcisms.
3) Getting licked on the side of my face by said demon/girl resulting in a crazy burn.
4) An awesome scene where I made out with this same girl in a bathroom, only to pull away and see that, oh snap, she turned into the fucking demon again!
As both of you who read this blog might have guessed, I have an almost religious devotion to formulaic horror movies and the slack-jawed idiot characters that populate them. To the people that made this happen, thank you. It was an indescribable honor for me to walk in Ali Larter’s shoes for a few days.