Sunday, August 15, 2010
Sweeter Than Honey
Another day of shooting and this one started with me believing that because it was happening at my house, I need to make...food. Of course.
So I made a potato-crust quiche with peppers and onions and spinach and capers and I made oat bran muffins with peaches and bananas and of course, no one wanted anything except for Sweet Mean Aunt Jessie who came out because Freddie wanted to shoot her in another scene.
It's funny because Mean Aunt Jessie is going to play a murderer. Here's a picture of her I took while shooting was on hold so that people could go down to the truck stop and buy Vitamin Water.
Ah lah. My beautiful daughter is going to be in a movie.
We shot over at the old van where our generator lives and poor Freddie. Yesterday, every time he tried to shoot, a car went by. Today, every time he tried to shoot a rooster crowed. Elvis, realizing that something was going on, came over to where we were and crowed which excited the neighbor's rooster and so HE crowed and then Elvis crowed again and well...poor Freddie.
In this movie, it turns out that I have a husband and the actor who is playing him is someone who wrote a letter to the newspaper twenty-one years ago defending me when a column was written about me being told by a security guard that I couldn't breast feed in the mall. All these years I'd never met him and here he was today in my kitchen, playing my character's husband.
It's a small world.
And it went from there. Oh my. A movie. It's going to be called "Disconnect." It's about what happens when all communications in the entire country are taken away from us. TV, newspapers, internet...all of it.
And the chaos which ensues.
So there will be film of Jessie and me and this house and yard. And Elvis. I feel sure that Elvis will be in the film. I hope so, anyway.
When Freddie is filming, he's like a machine. "Do this, do that. Again. One more time. Okay. Great."
At one point I said about the man who plays my son, "I love this man's face!"
And he said, "I love this woman's face!"
And I was so glad to be fifty-six years old and have the face I have because that is the face he was talking about.
And there you go- life in Lloyd on a Sunday at the church of the Batshit Crazy which is soon to be on film at a Youtube near you.
And tomorrow? I get to babysit my grandson.
Life is good.