My fevered brain
I must be really into Potter-world because I've started dreaming it again. Case in point, last night.
I dreamt that I was working on the last film doing the grip thing - playing with the lights and all that, when a woman comes up to me and says "Where have you been? You're wanted NOW on the set!" She starts pushing me along fussing at me about not being in costume or having had my make-up done. I'm completely confused and try to ask questions, but she keeps marching me along ignoring everything I say.
So we get to the set and it looks like the scene with Harry in the Forest where he calls his parents, Sirius, and Remus from the Resurrection Stone. I turn to the costume guy and ask, "Why am I here? It looks like the lighting is all set up...why do they want me in costume and make-up?" The guy stares at me like I'm speaking Mermish and says, "You're playing Lily. Now you'd better get up there. Everyone's been waiting and they're pissed." This is when I FREAK OUT and start babbling about how I can't act, I don't photograph well, I don't do accents, and I'm AMERICAN for Christ's sake! Again, they look at me like I'm speaking crazy-talk.
We go through the scene and though my heart is beating out of control in my chest making me feel as thought I'm going to pass out at any second, the scene goes very well. So well, in fact, that everyone stares at me like I've just done a Oscar-winning Lady MacBeth. (Hey, it's my dream, folks.) I'm shocked. I have the same look on my face that your dog gets when he farts really bad and looks at his butt like "Who did that? Where did that come from?" I can't believe that perfect English accent came out of my mouth at the same time as some fairly decent acting. CRAZY!
However, this lovely moment doesn't last long because the director fusses at me about touching my "son" telling me that I'm dead so I couldn't touch him. I tell him that as a mother, I would at least reach for my son and probably touch him. Of course what I'm thinking is "Hell, I'm playing Lily Potter and, as far as I'm concerned, every man here was in love with me at some point, so there's going to be some touching involved because I am not passing up an opportunity to touch Dan Radcliffe, Gary Oldman, David Thewlis, and the cute guy playing my husband!"
And that would be when the alarm clock went off. Damn.
I dreamt that I was working on the last film doing the grip thing - playing with the lights and all that, when a woman comes up to me and says "Where have you been? You're wanted NOW on the set!" She starts pushing me along fussing at me about not being in costume or having had my make-up done. I'm completely confused and try to ask questions, but she keeps marching me along ignoring everything I say.
So we get to the set and it looks like the scene with Harry in the Forest where he calls his parents, Sirius, and Remus from the Resurrection Stone. I turn to the costume guy and ask, "Why am I here? It looks like the lighting is all set up...why do they want me in costume and make-up?" The guy stares at me like I'm speaking Mermish and says, "You're playing Lily. Now you'd better get up there. Everyone's been waiting and they're pissed." This is when I FREAK OUT and start babbling about how I can't act, I don't photograph well, I don't do accents, and I'm AMERICAN for Christ's sake! Again, they look at me like I'm speaking crazy-talk.
We go through the scene and though my heart is beating out of control in my chest making me feel as thought I'm going to pass out at any second, the scene goes very well. So well, in fact, that everyone stares at me like I've just done a Oscar-winning Lady MacBeth. (Hey, it's my dream, folks.) I'm shocked. I have the same look on my face that your dog gets when he farts really bad and looks at his butt like "Who did that? Where did that come from?" I can't believe that perfect English accent came out of my mouth at the same time as some fairly decent acting. CRAZY!
However, this lovely moment doesn't last long because the director fusses at me about touching my "son" telling me that I'm dead so I couldn't touch him. I tell him that as a mother, I would at least reach for my son and probably touch him. Of course what I'm thinking is "Hell, I'm playing Lily Potter and, as far as I'm concerned, every man here was in love with me at some point, so there's going to be some touching involved because I am not passing up an opportunity to touch Dan Radcliffe, Gary Oldman, David Thewlis, and the cute guy playing my husband!"
And that would be when the alarm clock went off. Damn.