and then the midget and the pimp tied me to a chair with an extension cord.
I did a 10-min short film tonight that i randomly got hired for. The story revolved around this nerdy guy (played by a local Medical School of Chicago 3rd year) having a crush on a girl (me), and i don't know he exists. So he hires these two carnival-type characters (played by a midget and a tall, long gray haired man in a bright red, floor length fur coat) to kidnap us both. The nerd's hopes are that this bizarre experience will be the life-threatening kind of thing that causes people to want to fall in love with whatever person they went through it with.
So there i am, sitting in some coffee shop in Lakeview, and the director comes in and says, "We're ready for your shot now." And i walk outside into the bitter cold to the "kidnapping" van parked on the side of the road, the door opens, and there lies medical student, lying sideways, hands duck-taped together, mouth duck-taped shut. Long, silver haired pimp (complete with LARGE diamond rings, watch and bracelets. and bejeweled glasses. and scratchy, hoarse voice. from throat cancer, i find out. and he still smokes. but i digress.), and the midget (wearing a ski mask,) are in the driver's seat.
"So Aileen, we're gonna go ahead and tape you up and we're gonna have you lie on the floor of the van and then you're gonna act real scared and thrash around a lot."
And so then i'm taped up, lying on the freezing, wet floorboards of some kidnapping van, somewhere in on the north side of Chicago, and the thought occurs to me, "Aileen...You could end up in B.F.E. Illinois tonight in some warehouse, and be sold into sexual slavery in Bang-cock (PUN INTENDED) by sunday morning. You are fucking dumb."
But instead we shot for the rest of the night and i got paid to do it.
Fuck yeah, america.
So im torn between thinking that was one of the coolest things, or one of the dumbest everest things to do.
So there i am, sitting in some coffee shop in Lakeview, and the director comes in and says, "We're ready for your shot now." And i walk outside into the bitter cold to the "kidnapping" van parked on the side of the road, the door opens, and there lies medical student, lying sideways, hands duck-taped together, mouth duck-taped shut. Long, silver haired pimp (complete with LARGE diamond rings, watch and bracelets. and bejeweled glasses. and scratchy, hoarse voice. from throat cancer, i find out. and he still smokes. but i digress.), and the midget (wearing a ski mask,) are in the driver's seat.
"So Aileen, we're gonna go ahead and tape you up and we're gonna have you lie on the floor of the van and then you're gonna act real scared and thrash around a lot."
And so then i'm taped up, lying on the freezing, wet floorboards of some kidnapping van, somewhere in on the north side of Chicago, and the thought occurs to me, "Aileen...You could end up in B.F.E. Illinois tonight in some warehouse, and be sold into sexual slavery in Bang-cock (PUN INTENDED) by sunday morning. You are fucking dumb."
But instead we shot for the rest of the night and i got paid to do it.
Fuck yeah, america.
So im torn between thinking that was one of the coolest things, or one of the dumbest everest things to do.