Film fun in Olympia

By weeklyvolcano on July 1, 2007

Filmone It’s entirely possible, you won’t see me in the Oscars.

Though I played a part in the film "The Obituary Writer" Saturday, I fear my acting was as inscrutable as it had been in junior high school, with my happy expressions looking sad, scared expressions looking calm, and puzzled expressions appearing all-knowing.

I can’t help it, it’s my own special gift, that when I’m joking, people think I’m serious, and when I’m serious, people think I’m joking.

Filmtwo Even still, I had a sweaty-hot blast, standing on a step stool behind a cut-out space that was my obituary; I was the not-dead dead person into whose world the “protagonist” arrived, along with about eight other not-dead people.

The whole thing felt like being involved in a sixth-grader’s fantasy, with arrows thrown and black-ish purple substance sprayed around, all within the constraints of about a nine foot by nine foot space where a smoke machine created “atmosphere” and lights created heat, which was pretty unnecessary on a warm summer’s day.

Filmthree Filmfour The film was being created by Kevin Jacobs and his group of creative-minded friends, several of whom wielded their own super-8 cameras.  Jacobs will put together the footage of us into one of his experimental short films like "Die Cut," which showed recently at a film festival in Toronto.

Will I make it to Canada, or onto a red carpet in Lala-land?

Highly doubtful.

But was the experience fun?

Highly. â€" Jessica Corey-Butler