I love, love, love doing short films.
They’re most of the time experimental, usually intense and always very creative. You have to be very creative to tell a good story under 15 minutes.
I almost didn’t accept this particular job because of the script. It was a double-edged sword, actually. I love the script but my role is scary. It involves a lot of violence. And I was afraid I’d get hurt because I have a tendency to throw caution to the wind and neglect my own well-being when filming.
During a shoot, nothing is more important than performance. Injuries can be worried about later. Injuries can heal. Whatever’s captured on screen is forever. You get the picture.
But I decided to accept the role because:
- I wanted to be part of this amazing script.
- Two of my favourite actor buddies are in it.
- Louis (actor) wouldn’t stop raving about Josiah (director).
Josiah preps Louis for a shot:
I’m glad I accepted the role because the shoot was fun despite being very tiring (emotionally demanding) and a little painful (violent scenes). But such an exhilarating experience it gave me.
That’s Louis on picture left and Fish (mosaic-ed to keep the ladies from hyperventilating) on picture right. Looks like a horror film, huh? But it’s not.
To prove it, here’s a happy pose.
Notice how I’ve brightened up the picture to make it look even happier? I’m such a cheat, aren’t I?
Louis “plays cheat” by doing push-ups just before a take to induce panting.
Yes, showbiz is a cheating business. Then again, you probably already know by watching Making Of programmes.
And here’s me pretending again to be in a horror film.
I think I miss being in one. Horror films are so cool to make.
Here, the crew is setting up for the next shot, in which Louis throws me on the floor.
The person on the floor is supposed to be me but, at this moment, someone else is there to test the shot because I’m resting. (Being thrown on the floor is very hard work, you know.)
Actually, I lied. I wasn’t resting. I was busy being the (unofficial) set photographer.
It’s fun taking pictures of men in compromising positions.
The sad thing about short films is that… they’re short. All too soon, production ends and all you’re left with is a memory. A very sweet memory of a talented crew and talented co-actors who gave nothing but their best to bring a vision to life.
Unfortunately, Fish isn’t in this picture because he left early, the bastard.
But he’s a lovable bastard (so don’t kill me).
I’m gonna miss people (once again).