Sunday, November 20, 2011

Hollywood Take 2

Well, I took another shot at Hollywood but ended up short again (I was lucky enough to have a similar adventure back in August, which the BOBnation legal department says I can now divulge details on). I received word of a comic-book movie being produced in Boston called RIPD (Rest in Peace Department), with Ryan Reynolds, Kevin Bacon, and Jeff Daniels. They were looking for extras, specifically "basketball and football players over 6'3"", so I sent in my stuff and got selected for an interview.




After about an hour's drive through the southern suburbs of Boston, I ended up in a open area with a large parking lot and humongous warehouse. Outside of the warehouse were dozens and dozens of vans, trucks, semis, Escalades, campers, and the like. I walked inside the front door, where upon entering I was instructed by the Production Assistant (or PA as Ryan Reynolds, Kevin Bacon, Jeff Daniels, and I say in the biz) to "turn off my cell phone and DO NOT take any pictures or talk to the actors as we are now on an active-camera set."

A 100-yard hallway separated the real world and the Twilight Zone, as I walked through it alone eager to see what was on the other side. I reached the end, turned the corner, and found the warehouse filled with millions-of-dollars worth of ad hoc construction, the various set pieces that would soon depict reality in the RIPD film.

After walking in awe of the sheer magnitude of the scenery, I found a group of what looked to be "basketball and football players over 6'3"". They were being instructed by an energetic, athletic leader who was shouting instructions. The first "screening" was a series of physical drills (push-ups, pull-ups, agility drills, etc.). I knew immediately I was in trouble for two reasons: 1) I'm not that strong - I can shoot three's fairly well, but push-ups and pull-ups are tough with long, gangly arms. And 2) I have a huge cast on my left hand.

I knew the cast might pose a problem coming in, but was hoping to convince them that it'd be off before shooting, and I would be able to perform whatever duties they needed.

They saw the cast, weren't convinced, and told me to go home.

I then decided to heck with the rules and quickly snapped as many pictures as I could and bear-tackled Jeff Bridges as Kevin Bacon looked on in horror.



At least that's what I thought of doing as I strolled down the 100-yard tunnel back to reality.

Someday we shall meet, Bacon. Someday.


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