Something to raise the eyebrows today, dear Diary. Was offered a bit… - Dr. Holiday Wednesday
Something to raise the eyebrows today, dear Diary. Was offered a bit part in a perfectly ridiculous 'slasher' film with the working title "A Tooth for a Tooth"; which, if the synopsis is to be believed, involves a protagonist who, in childhood, cultivates a homicidal rage towards dentists, with proceedings one can extrapolate with little difficulty from this rather dodgy premise. Almost a student production; the director/producer is an alumnus, thus the locality of setting. Also rather low-budget, as such productions tend to be.
I repeatedly deny interest in the spotlight, but my arguments have, as of late, come over lacking in conviction.
Initially, I supposed the solicitation was result of my appearance in Skin Two, but in fact he, the director, had "seen me around" and impulsively approached me, as so many do. It was suggested I play "a woman scientist". Charming. Again, considering the nature of such productions, I doubt my sudden involvement would disrupt the planning overmuch; although I'm informed, by a knowledgable acquaintance, that directors of low-budget horror films are either insufferably pedantic, or supremely flexible, this latter type open to any suggestion which sounds 'cool'. (I never thought I would habitually stick the word in quotes. Hooray, I am old.)
Unsure if I would be among the slashed-- or in this case, the drilled --but one rule of thumb in context is physical attractiveness = murder bait. Unless one is the heroine. Indeed, there seems to be a correlation between a character's bust size and how quickly she is knocked off, so I should be lucky to survive through the opening credits.
It seemed to me, he was cutting matters a bit fine (no pun), this being the day before Halloween. Indeed, was told I must make a decision by the end of the day; in that case, said I, I would be turning the offer down, as I felt the decision whether to compromise my integrity and/or typecast myself required at least a week's deliberation. You see? I've said 'typecast', as though I anticipate involvement in future endeavors. One hopes only I continue the exercise of discretion.
Such a primitive film is somewhat unbecoming of one who is such a professional in all her work.
Still, I admit a certain sick fascination with such things, and I must confess I've always wanted to see /that/ happen to you.
Oh, how lovely. You'll forgive if I don't invite you to walk me home.
Considering the number of young assistants you go through, I'm certain the awkward fear is mutual. I /did/ apply to work as a low-level tech in your department back when I was most infatuated with you, but unfortunately (or fortunately, for my long-term safety) I was passed over in favor of a candidate with boobs. I hear rumors you know what happened to her, and her replacement, and her replacement's replacement. How they manage to keep finding attractive, naieve young undergrads to put in there is beyond me. I guess tuition really is going up that fast.
I'm certain I have no idea what you are referring to. There has not been a disappearance in my department since, ah, ever so long ago. As for 'going through' assistants, I am sure you appreciate it is indelicate to speak of one's acquisitions. (cough)
Not /all/ of them were your fault, good doctor, but suffice to say that terms of employment in your department are short, for many reasons.
They don't all die, of course. Some just get maimed. Or so scared they don't want to go into the building anymore.
|Date:||March 26th, 2008 02:21 pm (UTC)|| |
I don't think it is so much sick as it is one of those things.
It is like seeing in a show where the hero always wins to hope that he loses once in a while. So in this case one would want to see the striker down struck down.
I ponder it that makes any logic at all.
|Date:||March 26th, 2008 02:28 pm (UTC)|| |
Discretion is something that comes and goes alas. One expects a laps in such at some point or another. If anything however, I foresee documentary, not low-budget B-movie.
Still, and you'll forgive a bit of bemused extrapolation here, but I think seeing you fumble around the silver screen with some plastered on look of utter terror, and lack of logical thinking; which seems a staple in any horror flick, would be amusing to see.
I fear my rudimentary acting skills do not extend to such implausible bounds.
|Date:||March 27th, 2008 08:53 am (UTC)|| |
Hence extrapolation there. I guess I am pulling the skin to tight across the drum, if you understand the meaning. Unless your brain was removed, I find it hard to think you could play the vapid, busty, female victim in such slasher flicks. And even then, I would assume you would show more brains in your actions.
Tho I have little faith in Hollywood in general.