I'm no director (not yet, anyway...I'm ready to make my directorial debut this fall, but more on that later) but would somebody please tell me why Todd Turkel, the director of my newest film, "Blades of Gory," insisted on filming a close-up of my boobs for twenty minutes? Not my face. Just my boobs.
How can I possibly act with my boobs? Of course, I tried to portray some emotion by jiggling to the left (for sadness) and up and down (for happiness) but, whew...by the time he yelled cut, I was exhausted!
I got to see the dailies for the scene, though, and they were great. Say what you will, but my boobs can really act! Todd called me a great thesbian, but I told him I didn't like girls in that way (unless it's for a scene).
It's days like this that I truly feel like an artist perfecting my craft.
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