Jun 01, 2007 22:29
About a month ago, I found three disks of America's Next Top Model and bought them. Because:
1. Fake dvds are cheap.
2. It was cold, and I was bored cooped up in my house.
3. I have a weakness for reality shows.
After a while, I broke down and watched the show, and became enthralled. It's quite interesting. Couple weeks ago, I started watching season two and felt this weird twinge of strong recognition over one of the combatants, namely Eva Pigford. I kept thinking "Damn, what have I seen her in before? Wait, have I MET her? No, she's been in some B movie somewhere and I've seen her before." I gave up thinking about it when I couldn't place her face and name and just watched the show. She went on to win the second season and I assume is now modeling like crazy all over the world.
Flash-forward to today. I check my email and there is a letter in there from Lynn Lamousin, the writer and director of "The Lady from Sockholm," a sock-puppet detective story. Summary:
"Wool War II rages and times are tough for sock puppets. Terrence M. Cotton, a washed-up gumshoe, finds himself knee-high in debt and praying for a big case. Enter Heelda Brum, a finely spun piece of high-end hosiery who hires Cotton to find Darnell, her missing mate. Cotton takes the missing sock case but the heat gets turned on high when Darnell's unraveled remains are discovered." (www.sockholm.com)
Apparently the movie is doing very well at festivals, and was recently featured on some magazine cover or another, hence the email. I get these emails because I was a volunteer prop creator on the set of Sockholm.
I claim ALL RESPONSIBILITY for the success of Sockholm. The person who designs and sews the miniature bags of rice, makes the hot-glue silkworms for the miniature terrariums, and cuts the corkboard is, of course, indispensable to the success of a sock puppet movie.
I went to the website and thought, hey, I am gonna download the trailer for Sockholm and show it to Sonny and brag about having worked on it. As it downloaded, I decided to see if I could snag the trailer for "The Walk" too while I was at it.
"The Walk" is this overtly religious low-budget movie I was in when I lived in Atlanta. My contacts for the audition were students of one of the black colleges near my house on Ralph David Abernathy, and one of my scenes was filmed about a block from where I lived. I remember walking on the campus to the audition in the basement of the library and feeling like I was giving off a high-pitched SQUAEEEEEEEEE alarm noise: WHITEGIRLWHITEGIRLWHITEGIRLWHITEGIRL.
Other than being the only white person on the set except for some of the crew (and thus being spackled with black-woman skin tone makeup by the makeup artist, cause that's all they had), the movie was incredible amounts of fun to make. I got to go to the homicide division of the East Atlanta PD and interrogate the lead character, this "haughty" female actress who gave everyone problems and pissed off half the staff who promised never to work with her again. I played a cop. I got to handcuff her. A couple times, cause the first time, I dropped the keys and we had to do it again.
I googled "The Walk," Onyx/Ninevah productions, and came up with the website for the movie. Looked around for a trailer, sadly none was available. Looked at shots from the movie.
And then I realized where I'd seen Eva Pigford before.
I was in a fucking movie with the bitch! The lead character, the actress who was the most pain in the ass to work with, that was her. I KNEW she looked familiar.
Small freaking world.
Huh.