body bag
I have officially moved into the realm of The Victim. I got hired for the movie I auditioned for last weekend in my "yoga state of mind." It’s an urban mystery feature, and it’s being produced in connection with the The Color Film Collaborative.
I’ll be playing a character who is murdered halfway through the film. I have some fun scenes with a boyfriend to establish me as a sympathetic character, then it’s Off with her Head! or Death by Chainsaw! or Oh, I Shouldn’t have Eaten That… I guess I’ll find out how it happens when do the read through this weekend.
Then, just a couple days ago I heard from a director of a short suspense/horror film who would like me to play another character that dies. I have the scary opening scene where I’m stalked in my own home and then WHAM!….here’s the corpse in a sheet.
Do I seem like I’d be a good victim? Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. Am I missing a calling in teen scream flicks? Am I the next Jamie Lee Curtis? I guess not, since Jamie Lee always survived those movies. I’m the Drew Barrymore or Rose McGowan (see Scream), not the Neve Campbell. That’s what I’d really like to work up to–ass-kicking chick who learns from the mistakes of the poor slobs who came before.
Maybe in the next horror film that comes my way. You know, these things always happen in threes…
