My fifteen minutes of fame can't be up yet, can they?

The movie I was in, Box of Moonlight, is running again this month on Cinemax. For those of you who do not have Cinemax or who have not see this fine film, I have taken the liberty of taking some photos from the movie and posting them here so I could do yet another post about the movie.

In the opening scene we construction workers are fucking off when we're supposed to be setting up a turbine. Our boss, John Turturro, catches us playing a game of stickball in the plant and he's not happy about it.
That's me batting. If you ever see the film, and you'll see the scene I'm in later because I'm going to record my bit on my camera later today and I'll post it here for all to see, you'll notice I miss the pitch when the duct tape ball gets tossed to me. I hit it dead solid perfect four or five times in rehearsal but when the camera rolled I choked. After Turturro catches us playing we all come up to see what he's going to say. That's me on the far left standing there with my belly sticking out and my hands on my hips. The guy who's head I circled is named Ray Aranha. He was super nice to all us extras and he was a total pro. The day we shot these scenes we worked about 14 hours and it was hot and humid as hell out but Ray never complained a bit. He had been on a sitcom on ABC called Married People and I recognized him from that show, when I said I liked him on it he grinned from ear to ear and he seemed genuinely pleased that someone remembered he had been on it. The camera stayed on us while Turturro bitched at us for stopping working. Notice how I cocked my head a little, damn that's some fine acting! The guy who's face I put an x on was and still is a total douche. He's one of those guys who to make himself look good and to appear funny constantly runs down everyone else. He bored anyone who would listen with tales about his Harley Davidson motorcycle. He used to hang out in one of the bars we did improv in in Knoxville and I could always hear him trying to talk over us while we did our shows. If I never run into him again it will be too soon.
Ah more fine movie acting by me in this shot. The guy who's head I circled in this shot's name is Robert Wightman. His claims to fame before this film were that he had played John Boy Walton Jr in a few episodes of The Waltons, he played the stepfather in Stepfather 3 (which I rented after he told me he was in it and it wasn't that bad), and he had a large supporting role in another Tom DeCillo film called Living in Oblivion. He was a nice guy as I recall, he was easy to talk to and not a bit standoffish. I checked his IMDB page and unfortunately he hasn't done much since this movie.
Ohhhh ladies, look at that ass as I walk away from the camera. Which one of you wants a slice of that white boy booty? And that's our lamp reflecting on my butt, I do not poop out rectangular yellow objects...anymore.And finally as the scene wound up we all went back to work and we had to walk toward Mr. Turturro. We were told to walk fast so that it looked like we were eager to get back to work and I nearly walked into Robert. I put my hand on his back to let him know I was coming up fast behind him and when you watch the scene you can see him flinch when I touch him. I guess he wasn't used to being pawed by a damn dirty monkey like me.

I worked for a day and a half on the movie and I would have worked another day but I came down with a wicked summer cold and my Mercury Cougar died on me the next day so I didn't get to spend another day on the set. I was bummed but that's life.

All in all though I had a great time and I learned why they say that shooting a flim is one of the most boring things one can ever do. You rehearse the scene, they set up the lights and cameras and then you shoot it. Then they have to change the camera set ups and the lights to do the same scene from a different angle. Then you repeat that process all day long. Even though I was bored to tears at times I'd do it again in a heartbeat because I'm part of film and film is forever.