About a week ago, I loged onto facebook, and after checking through a barrage of bull shit emails, I came across a group invitation. Although it was a group it should have been listed as an event. Fuck the technicalities though. Any who, it was a group invitation to a group called
" Wanna be in a movie? come be a zombie for us!"
I joined and I wasn't really sure what it all meant, but I knew it sounded cool. The whole project was run by people from my school, so I was at comfort somewhat that these weren't random people I'd never met. However, they were people I hadn't seen in quite some time. But, after looking through all the information I decided to shoot Tim an email, and let him know I was interested.
So a few days later Tim called me up, and gave me the low down. Tim ( lead actor ) and A.J. ( director, bad ass ) needed two zombies to come early Saturday morning and get killed in A.J.'s basement. You know, just a normal Saturday morning.
So I said why not. I mean, play a zombie in a movie, come on. That's a fuck load of fun right there.
So Friday night, I had been working on getting this damn portfolio done, and I had been so enthralled in my work that I hadn't even bother to look at the clock. When I was able to pull myself out of my work long enough to catch sight of the clock it was almost 4 am. I had to be a A.J.'s at 7. No point in sleeping now. Now I think now would be a good time to tell you that I had been up for 26 hours at this point already, but what's another 6?
So at about 6:45 I got to A.J.'s. Early. Of course. It is always better to be early than late. A.J. promptly informs me that Tim is running late, as always, he says with a laugh. Tim finally arrives, really not that late at all, along with a guy by the name of John. John is in a Howell shirt, so he obviously goes or went to my school.
John is also going to be covered in chocolate.
So, after about 30 minutes of them shooting, and re-shooting some scenes, we finally got down to the basement, where I discovered that I hate chocolate syrup. The film is in black and white, so real fake blood was unnecessary. So they decided to use chocolate syrup, which might I add, when I was first poured onto me, it was quite interesting. Not really uncomfortable. Just interesting. At first it was all squishy, and slimy. Then after about an hour, the stickiness set in.
But it really was perfect timing, because the uncomfortable stickiness set in right when I has asked to be violent and shake about. So I used my irritation about the chocolate to fuel my zombie like acting skills.
Now this may contain a spoiler or two, but I really don't care. I was asked to violently shake about a frozen piece of dead "dog." Yes, John and I ate a "dog." Now, the "dog" was also covered in chocolate sauce, and placed on A.J.'s basement floor.
This is when I sit up and go, I'm 17 years old, I really don't have much of a plan for my future, no job, and I'm lying on A.J.'s basement floor, covered in chocolate,
shaking a piece of frozen "dog" all about. What am I doing with my life?
So, after about two-in-a-half hours of shooting we finally finished.
This is what I learned by being in a zombie movie:
It takes four showers, and or seven complete washes of your hair to get chocolate syrup out.
Denise can scream really fucking loud.
Tim, and A.J. should have their own t.v. show.
Frozen "dog" is nasty.
And i would probably do it all again just so I could tell this story.
Peace out
Much Respeck
