An interesting trend has emerged in my latest acting
roles. I seem to end up with at least
one scene where I’m either naked or covered in blood. Now that might sound appealing to some of
you, but—trust me—it’s not all fun and games.
I admit that I only have myself to blame: I choose the roles I want to
play and I choose them for all sorts of reasons—but getting naked or bloody
isn’t any of them.
It just seems to
happen, lately...
In Blake Fitzpatrick’s sci-fi epic ABADDON, I am naked and
chained to fellow actor Charles Chudabala. Though that may sound hot and kinky, it’s far
from it: we’re actually prisoners being tortured. In truth, since nothing is
shot below the belt, we’re actually both wearing pants as the scene is
shot. So, the illusion is that we're naked, but the reality is less prurient.
And it’s wicked hot in the valley where we're shooting on a green screen, so we’re trying not to look too
sweaty; though that’s appropriate for the alien planet’s climate, it could melt
our makeup and we’d prefer our fake scars stay in place.
With Charles Chudabala in ABADDON
In Kim Queen’s LOOK BACK, the scene is the reverse in the
sense that we do need to look sweaty and we are having sex: rough,
banging against the wall, sex. So my scene partner (the excellent Tamir Elbassir) and I are sprayed
with water to simulate sweat--the first batch being ice cold, so both of us end
up with goosebumps and everyone has to wait a short bit till we can warm
up. Here, too, there are no below the
belt shots, so we get to keep our pants on and the crew gets spared a junk
show.
With Tamir Elbassir in LOOK BACK
And then the
blood.
My own GARDEN PARTY MASSACRE finds
several characters dripping with the red stuff.
In the heat of late summer, it’s especially sticky and I owe my
castmates my deepest respect for “sticking” it out with me. Imagine yourself covered in the bright red
coating of a candy apple—only it tastes terrible and no one is going to lick it
off. And..."Action"!
Bloody good in GARDEN PARTY MASSACRE
Indeed, nothing deters me from a great role, so when I learn about the creepy caretaker
Harold in Adam Steigert’s FANG, I say “yes” knowing full well that buckets of
blood are headed my way. I did, however
think "buckets" was a metaphor; imagine my surprise when there are six gigantic vats
of blood lying in wait on set. And, in the
dark of early morning, I am pummeled with the stuff. Repeatedly.
And I am not alone. The film is
wall-to-wall bodily fluids and virtually no character is immune.
Seeing red in FANG
I’d say the
trend is over, but I’d be lying: the
next two projects I have penciled in are going to fit right in.
I’m good with
that.
Bloody or not,
here I come!