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My Life as a Clown Henchman
Jun. 19th, 2005 01:08 amActually, it was more like my hour as a clown henchman. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ktl and seeshellirun are participating in the 48-Hour Film Project, wherein they have to make a 4-7 minute film in a 48 hour period of time, utilizing elements assigned to them. They have to write the script, shoot the thing, and edit it in exactly two days.
I was called in to portray a clown. Not exactly casting against type, I know, but I was a special clown. I was a thug/henchman posing as a clown for complicated and humorous reasons. I didn't have any lines -- my job was to look menacing and chase the priest (it's a very weird script which I like quite a bit).
However, this is not as simple as it sounds. Upon arriving at the location, I had to shuck my shoes off and ease my body into a clown suit built for a man about a foot shorter than me. That thing rode up to places I was not comfortable having things ride up. Then, I had to put on the clown collar and funny hat with yarn hair. This was all over my street clothes, so I was wearing two layers on hot Arizona summer afternoon. To make matters more interesting, I had a dot of red paint on the end of my nose (my idea) that itched like a big itchy thing.
I was sweaty. I was uncomfortable. I was having way too much fun. We must've done five takes of the same scene (which was actually unwritten and improvised due to time constraints). Each time I ended up holdingproduction12a by the seat of his pants so he didn't topple over a concrete wall (okay, he probably wouldn't have toppled, but I'm neurotic).
Then I came home and cursed bittorrent for not downloading the new Doctor Who fast enough.
( Spoilery comments on The Parting of the Ways )
ktl and seeshellirun are participating in the 48-Hour Film Project, wherein they have to make a 4-7 minute film in a 48 hour period of time, utilizing elements assigned to them. They have to write the script, shoot the thing, and edit it in exactly two days. I was called in to portray a clown. Not exactly casting against type, I know, but I was a special clown. I was a thug/henchman posing as a clown for complicated and humorous reasons. I didn't have any lines -- my job was to look menacing and chase the priest (it's a very weird script which I like quite a bit).
However, this is not as simple as it sounds. Upon arriving at the location, I had to shuck my shoes off and ease my body into a clown suit built for a man about a foot shorter than me. That thing rode up to places I was not comfortable having things ride up. Then, I had to put on the clown collar and funny hat with yarn hair. This was all over my street clothes, so I was wearing two layers on hot Arizona summer afternoon. To make matters more interesting, I had a dot of red paint on the end of my nose (my idea) that itched like a big itchy thing.
I was sweaty. I was uncomfortable. I was having way too much fun. We must've done five takes of the same scene (which was actually unwritten and improvised due to time constraints). Each time I ended up holding
production12a by the seat of his pants so he didn't topple over a concrete wall (okay, he probably wouldn't have toppled, but I'm neurotic). Then I came home and cursed bittorrent for not downloading the new Doctor Who fast enough.
( Spoilery comments on The Parting of the Ways )
