Take One

So yesterday was my first day on the job at the studio. I was joined by two other foreigners, a Spainard and a Frenchman and we were to play the American soldiers. Can I say that I'm not surprised that the Frenchman was the complainer of the group? The casting company managers didn't do enough for us, it was too long and boring, the Japanese didn't respect us enough...blah, blah, blah.

They dressed us up in soldier uniforms complete with jackets, coats, gun belts, boots and leggings. I kept thinking that they were going to all this trouble to dress me up and then they were going to find out that I can't act. Either that or what kind of low-budget, fly-by-night outfit would employ me to act in their movie? After we got dressed was makeup. I didn't get any. Evidently I'm beautiful enough without it. Some got it and some got haircuts too. We were then taken to the studio to wait for the filming. Check that, we were taken to the door outside the studio to wait for the filming. We waited outside for much of the day. The "talent" would come in their private vans and be ushered inside the studio. When called into the studio I did the same thing all day: stand in the middle of the prison bus and hold my rifle. Stand up straight, look straight ahead and don't move my eyes (or anything) and don't make a sound. I also held on to a pole to show that the bus was moving (it wasn't).

I think this same scene was shot from 5-6 different camera angles because I did the same thing 5-6 different times. They served us breakfast and lunch and we wrapped up late afternoon. I'll definitely be in the movie if this scene is used; just not sure what part of me. Just some Army-issue-uniformed body part or my face? Not sure. I also had a helmet on which I was instructed to pull down very close to my eyes. Still, I'm sure they recognized the acting talent...

Cut! That's a wrap!