Finally, we're winding down. And as much as I never get tired of seeing
myself, I think that shot of me with the gun is getting a bit over-used.
Aha, now there are some threads with style. If there's anything better than
a polyester blazer, I don't want to know about it.
This was the most dignified extra we could find on the set that day. Of
course, we had to clean him up a bit before he was ready for his scene.
Still, I'd say that he performed admirably.
Out of focus! Again! Doesn't the grip know how to operate his camera?
I can't even begin to describe how terrible of an ending this is. First of
all, it's as though they just gave up and allowed a blind, drunken chimp to
direct the final scene. What's with the terrible goggle-eye effects they
used? And I'm not sure I even know what I'm supposed to be holding. Is that
an audio cassette tape? A chocolate box? A business card? I think by this
point they didn't care if things made sense anymore. Also, I pulled a Marlon
Brando in this scene and just read my lines off the floor in front of me.
Is it over already? Oh good, I still have time to take the antidote.
