You're a moviestar babySetting up a 'greenscreen' at work got me thinking about the films and tv that I've accidentally been in.
Helena Bonham-Carter vehicle "The Heart of Me" was filmed in our old office, and features several of us peering through the curtains whilst they filmed in the square outside. Similarly, my girlfriend was in an episode of the Professionals that was filmed outside her house.
What have you been in the background of?
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chthonic, Thu 11 Nov 2004, 11:34)
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Stuffalways happens to me when I'm in Key West. My father is a retired naval officer who works in public relations, and as such, he's had plenty of opportunities to appear in films of differing types. He appears in Flight of the Intruder next to Danny Glover, and in the credits of Hunt for Red October and Crimson Tide as the naval consultant.
Of course, that's not what you want to hear. Or read, for that matter. If you are still reading this, that is. This past summer, as I was visiting the old man down in the Keys, he mentioned to me the fact that the folks at the Department of Homeland Security were going to be filming a training video down at the beach on the navy base the following day. Being bored with drinking all night and sleeping in the sun on the beach all day (tough life, I know), I decided to check it out.
What was the video, you ask? Well, it was to train Homeland Security personnel along with the Border Guards on how to deal with Cuban refugees. Needless to say, I found myself drafted as one of the "refugees." Apparently, the folks they had intended to use hadn't shown up, and they had to pull any warm body they could find. So now, there are five of us; a black guy from New York, an asian-looking guy, a mom who lived in the housing complex nearby, her son, and me, the whitest white guy with freckles and a nasty sunburn.
Needless to say, this was also the first day in the history of the state of Florida that rain was recorded. The wetness didn't matter, however, as we were forced to jump out of the rowboat they used as the "refugee" craft and swim to shore. Naturally, our jump was found to be unsatisfactory, and we were made to repeat the experience three more times. In the course of this, the little kid had gotten seasick and vomited copious amounts of purple liquid all over himself and the person standing next to him, which happened to be myself.
Of course, it all ended well as we were fed a sumpsuous meal of cold sandwiches, stale pretzels, and warm soda. Then I rode my bike home in the rain and went to sleep. Such a thrilling day.
(, Sat 13 Nov 2004, 4:27, Reply)
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