Jump around....Jump around

Okay, not that House of Pain.

In 7 to 10 days, I will be the proud owner of a direct to dvd classic: Dr. Moreau's House of Pain. Okay, maybe I'm using the word "classic" a little too loosely. But seriously, this was the first (and only) film I worked on (not counting student projects)...I started out as a PA (making $50/day) before being promoted to 2nd AD (still making $50/day). This should give you some sort of idea at the crack pot nature of the production...I didn't even know what a 2nd AD was. Despite the not making any money and long hours, I look back on this experience fondly, for three reasons which I'll list below:

1) The crew was awesome and the atmosphere was strangely like high school..or camp...or even better the surreal life, w/ romances developing and extinguishing all in the span of the 13 day shoot. Me, I took no part in that. Except for getting it on w/ the sound guy after a night of heavy drinking. Man, was he hot. Good times.

2) The sex scene. I couldn't stop laughing. It was between a human and a "manimal" (half man, half animal...in this case, a cat). In fact, I got kicked out of the room for disturbing the scene. It didn't help that a grip kept whispering amusing commentary into my ear. I'm a sucker for commentary.

3) The diva. One of the actresses (I use this term loosely as well) thought she was hot sh*t b/c she was starring in some campy/crappy horror movie. Everyone hated her. I remember sitting around during down time and her asking us, "Were you guys popular in high school?" She said that she wasn't, but it was b/c she was really smart and everyone was initimidated by her. Classic denial.

I'm pissed that they don't have me on the IMDB listing. I mean, it was my only shot at immortality.
Reagan