Will's diary
Thursday May 23, 2002
10:30 p.m.
Another late start. Hopefully today will be more eventful than yesterday.
(Side note: It's not that I'm complaining; I'd rather come in and do nothing
than not come in. But I love working. There's nothing better than going out
there and doing it. And on those days when you do have to wait ages, it's
impossible to do anything productive while waiting, at least for me. Some
people read books, others hang out on set and try to learn something, I watch
porn. Kidding. Sort of. So I'd much rather be working. Sort of. Kidding…)
1:15 a.m.
Ellie and I are rehearsing our scene. To my surprise, she's actually asking
for my input on how she's doing. This is surprising because, like Clint and
Jurgen, she's a real actor. Why would she give a crap what I think? Regardless,
I'm flattered.
3:38 a.m.
Even though there are still a few more scenes to shoot tonight, none of them
include me. My day's work is done. Can't wait to get home, get a real night's
slee…What? FX needs to do a headcast on me? But it's 4 in the morning,
can't it wait? Okay, fine…I decide to break out of my cranky actor shell
and become professional for a moment.
"You're not claustrophobic or anything, are you?"
What the fuck does that mean?
"Well, we're going to smother your entire head in plaster
do that we can get an accurate mold of it. You won't be able to move anything
or open your eyes while the cast is setting. Oh, and you'll have to breathe
through little holes in the plaster that I'll poke out for you. Some people
find it unnerving…"
No shit. But I'm an action hero. Piece of cake.
"No, no…it's cool…"
He smothers the stuff everywhere, including up my nose and
in my ears. It actually feels kinda cool.
Wait. How come it feels funny to swallow? I guess the plaster
has hardened on my Adam's apple, I wonder what permanent damage it's doing.
Maybe it'll damage my vocal chords, but kind of in a cool way…and I'll
sound like James Earl Jones or that voiceover guy that does all the Bruckheimer
movies, "BEN AFFLECK IN, ARMAGEDDON…"
…Or I could sound like Gilbert Gottfried.