October 27, 2009

Episode 6: Act Naturally

Well, I hope you come and see me in the movies.
Then I’ll know that you will plainly see
the biggest fool that ever hit the big time.
And all I gotta do is act naturally.

— Johnny Russell & Voni Morrison, 1963

Prologue:

The year is 1977. Owen Davis and his lovely wife Donna are going out on a Saturday night date to see a double feature at the local drive-in theatre in a small suburb of Maryland. Oddly enough, they decided to bring along their seventh child of nine, little 6 year old Olga. Olga patiently and anxiously sits in the back seat of his dad's 1974 Fleetwood Eldorado Convertible listening to the sounds of The Spinners and thinking that the movie he is about to see tonight is the one that he had been seeing in TV commercial previews called Watership Down, an animated movie based on the book. Instead, it was something quite opposite and different. It was that movie he'd heard his older siblings whispering about at home. The one they called the 'scary devil movie' that was said to be a truth story that happened in a nearby town called Mount Rainier. The movie they were whispering about is called The Exorcist. The film originally came out in 1973, but made another theatrical release along side its newly released sequel, The Exorcist II: The Heretic as a double feature in 1977.

Chills came over little Olga as he watched the eerie opening sequence that takes place in Sinjar. But he endured. Little Olga survive viewing what is considered to be the scariest movie of all time at age 6. And although he'd lose about 6 months of sleeping alone in his own bedroom after viewing it--for him, the thrill of it was well worth it. But little did Olga know, The Exorcist would make quite an impact on the rest of his life.

Fast forward to 1986. Little Olga is no longer little. He's 16 years old now and likes to be called Owen. He stays up after midnight watching horror movie after horror movie until his eyes turned red. He loves the cult ones the best. He keeps this secret late night little hobby of his going for about 3 years until he eventually "grew" out it. Throughout his entire 20's he forgot all about his first true love.


Lights. Camera. Action!

Okay. I guess I can safely say that this is the blog that most of you have been waiting to read. The 6th one. The one that I've been yapping off about since Week 1's post. The one where I finally tell (and show) you my first experience starring in a movie. But before I start, just let me say that I am aware of the fact that most of you perhaps, possibly, probably thought I was telling a big fairy tale all this time. Not including my mom of course, she would never think this of me (clearing throat) Uh...right, Mom? Well, I don't blame you one bit. Like I said, I would have not believed me. But hopefully, by the end of this blog you will believe me.

Anyway, this is where the story picks up right after I signed the contract that I told you about in Week 2...

It was an early Thursday morning when I got a call asking if I were available to start shooting that day. I was a bit taken off guard because they'd told me that I'd be shooting that coming Friday. And although I was more nervous than a Black man on trial in a southern court room, I told Galia, the third assistant director, "of course!" With loads of enthusiasm and excitement in my voice. She said, "Cool, Owen. We'll send a driver to your place in an hour." I hung up the phone and whispered to myself, "Did she just say send a Driver to my place? For me?"

Aaaaahhhhhh!!!

I dropped the phone and slid threw the hallway right into the living room, jumped on the sofa and did my happy dance in my drawers, like Tom Cruise in Risky Business! (Shhh...don't tell Sarah!) Then I hastily showered fast and threw on some clothes and in about an hour looked out the window and sure enough, there was a black Mercedes Benz with tinted windows waiting for me in front of our condo.








Talk about my celebrity status! Well, this time it seemed real. I mean, it was real this time! I mean, now the folks in Sophia really have a reason to think I'm a celebrity. I reached for my shades. Only this time I wasn't smirking. I was dead serious. I got outside and hopped in the car hoping that my (clears throat) driver had not noticed the excitement I was trying to conceal. He didn't. I could tell. He must have thought I was a veteran actor or something. Sweet.

When I arrived on the set, Galia greeted me and told me, "please wait in your trailer until we call you for make-up. It will be the one marked B-Camera." I whispered slowly to myself again, "did she just say wait in your trailer? My very own trailer? For me only?"

Aaaaahhhhhh!!!

Oh, at this point, I guess I should tell you that 'B-Camera' is the name of the character I play. And I guess I should give you a quick synopsis of the movie's plot without giving anything away. It's basically a movie set in the near future about a TV crew who films a reality show about the last days on earth after a plague of zombies has infested the planet. I could actually see this happening, too...uh, I mean if zombies actually existed. I mean, come on--these crazy reality TV show producers are driving me nuts! They'll make one about anything nowadays. Anyway, I am the B camera operator who follows a platoon around while they are trying to re-kill zombies. Speaking of 're-kill' I should tell you that the title has gone through 3 name changes. When I signed the contract it was called 'Dead Ahead.' I heard that this was the title for a good while, too. When I arrived on the set it was still called 'Dead Ahead'. It wasn't until my third day of shooting that they renamed it 'The Last Day.' which is funny, because the very next day, it had a new name, Re-Kill, that managed to stay around until the film wrapped recently. I actually like 'The Last Day' best. But the name Re-Kill has those Hollywood dollar signs on it. What?!?















Oh yeah, one very important and disappointing surprise that I was made aware of on my first day was the fact that Mike Hurst, the films original director had mysteriously vanished from the films roster. That kind of made me a bit uneasy at first, because he and I had made some good rapport on my audition day. He'd been replaced by what industry folks told me is one of the best action film directors in Bulgaria, Valeri Milev. I felt reassured.

Anyway, back to my trailer. It was pretty cool to see that I really had one, and, with my name on it! B-Camera in big letters in the window it read. When I got inside there was some yummy treats and that day's script waiting for me on the table. Out of the treats, the one I remember most is a very delicious apple. It reminded me of home. It tasted like the good ol' ones back at Takoma Park Sunday Market.

When I arrived on the actual set, I got nervous when I saw all of the camera equipment, crew and actors. Real nervous. I started shaking all over. I never felt that way in all whole my life. Well okay, maybe that time when I was 6 and my older sister Tina was out to wash my mouth with soap for cursing out her girlfriends. I was pretty damn scared that day! But you know what I mean. Anyway, I was first greeted by the costume crew. Then one of my co-stars and central female character Daniella Alonso (One Tree Hill, The Hills Have Eyes II) sat down next to me on the "cast chairs." She was so warm and friendly that it took me by surprise. She really made me feel comfortable and relaxed, I felt like myself again! She's from New York, so we chatted about the Big Apple while the others were doing their scenes then it was time to break for lunch. Speaking of lunch, it was quite delicious on the first day, but it was hit or miss on others. But hey, it was free, so who's complaining?

At lunch most of the starring cast members came over to join Daniella and I. That day it was, Layke Anderson (Match Point, X-Men II) , Jesse Garcia (Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles), Dimitar Doichinov (Troy, The Black Dahlia) and my boy Yo Santhaveesuk, who, just like me, was experiencing his very first movie as well. We all chatted the normal and boring 'where are you from' conversation while eating our delicious lunch. As I came back to the table after grabbing thirds, more of my co-stars had joined us. These two I'd recognized from their movies, it was Scott Adkins (The Born Ultimatum, Undisputed, X-Men Origins) and veteran actor, Bruce Payne (Passenger 57).


It wasn't until, a couple hours later after I took a short nap in my trailer and headed to the snack bar when I finally got meet our films male lead character and veteran actor, Roger Cross (24, X-Men II, Mad Money). He was also in the cult sci-fi TV show M.A.N.T.I.S. I pretty much worshiped this when it was on TV. One of the best sci-fi shows ever! He was a truly cool dude and quite surprised that I knew of that M.A.N.T.I.S. show. So we sat and chatted about it for a minute or so. Nice.

The first day went pretty good for me. But it wasn't until my second day of shooting where I started to learn the ropes. And I learned some of those ropes the hard way. You see, Nik, the assistant to the First A.D., hunted me down and found me chatting with a few female zombies near the concession stand where I became addicted to those European Peanut Butter Twix bars. He politely interrupted our conversation and said, in his typical serious-sounding voice, "10 minute warning to set, Owen." But the key word here was warning. In my school days that always meant trouble to me. So I looked at the girls and said, "whoa, my boy Nik means business. Gotta run, ladies!" So I burned rubber. But being that it was my first movie, I didn't know that 10 minute warning in movie making terms just simply means that actors have 10 minutes to be on the set, not the actual scene they are filming. Yikes! So yeah, you guessed it, I ran right over to the scene they were filming and pretty much got my boy Nik yelled at for not explaining that terminology of 10 minute warning to me. I felt really bad. But he was really cool about it and said with a sigh, "no worries, O. I get yelled at all the time on the set. I think it's actually part of my job sometimes." He was truly a cool dude indeed. I miss him already.

The next few days of shooting was pretty sweet, but a lot of work. More than I could have imagined. Many, many hours spent on the set. And those night shoots I'd been telling you about were hellish. I thought the term 'night shooting' meant, go in about 7 pm, get off around 11 pm. No sweat, right? Yeah, right. Somedays, I got in at 5 p.m. and got off at 7 am the next morning. But on a positive note, these long hours on the set meant that me and my fellow co-stars got to know each other pretty well. which was a good thing indeed. I really enjoying hanging out with them. As a matter of fact, and ironically, Roger described it as "like being in the army. You bond with each other fairly quickly." Part of our bonding experiencing came with our love for playing cards while waiting long hours in between takes. They got a kick out of me because of my lack of card playing skills. As matter of fact, here's a video clip of a moment that made the waves around the set of me learning how to shuffle. And before you ask me--no, I am not joking here. I'm very serious, actually. I never learned how to shuffle in my life. I was always too embarrassed to ask anyone. Also, Mom and sensitive folks who have never heard profanity before, you have been warned there's lots of it in this video:




At the time I was really annoyed that they thought it was so funny that I didn't know how to shuffle. But after showing the clip to Sarah the next day, we both laughed at it for about a half hour straight! Very funny stuff indeed. Enjoy it. Because they sure did.

Speaking of enjoyment, me and my co-stars, or friends as I like to call them now, had some fun off set, too. We all hung out a few times around Sophia. Dancing, bars, dinner. Ironically, Yo and I got to hang the most, being that we were the virgins of movie making we just so happen to have the same days off. So I showed him around Sophia. We hit up Happy (Bunks' favorite spot if you remember from last week) and saw a couple of good movies, too.

But hey listen, I could tell you many more stories of my good times making Re-Kill. But like always, what's best is viewing my lovely photos, so here's some Re-Kill: behind the scenes photos (that do CONTAIN SPOILERS) for your viewing pleasure:


However, let me wrap this story up by telling you about my last and most memorable day of shooting. Which, again, CONTAIN SPOILERS. So stop reading beyond this point if you want to enjoy the movie like it is supposed to be intended. It's at the end of the film, when I'm lying on the ground and literally 200 zombies are about to attack me. At that very moment, I remembered hearing Scott and Yo talking about the subject of whether or not one ever gets used to making a movie. And I remember Scott telling Yo, "No, you never do. No matter how many films I've made, there's always a point somewhere during the filming process, when I say to myself, 'wow, I'm making a f**king movie!" Well, that 200 hundred zombie attack scene must have been my moment, because while lying on the cold ground covered in blood looking up as 200 zombies, I whispered, "Owen, you are actually making a f**king movie!"


Epilogue:

The year is 2002. Owen is now a 32 year old cool, and might I add very handsome (clearing throat), dude now living in Mount Rainier. The same town that The Exorcist was said to have happened in. He's very late for an 8 a.m. dental appointment, so he puts his foot down hard on the peddle of his 1988 Acura Legend to get him there on time. He needs some fast driving music. He forgot his Chuck Berry, so he pops in a good imitation instead. One he'd just purchased on the advice of his main man Rick Pepple. The cd is Electric Warrior, a 1971 classic by the very first glam rock outfit known as T. Rex, fronted by the late Marc Bolan who passed away in 1977, the same year he'd been captivated by The Exorcist. At the end of Jeepster, the third and most spirited song on Electric Warrior, there's one memorable line, that I am sure Marc lovingly ripped from the great Howlin' Wolf, that goes, "Girl, I'm just a vampire for your love, and I'm going to suck you," Owen becomes instantly wide-eyed for a moment. This sexy but horror-filled lyric reminded him of his love for this incredible film genre that he'd left behind. Right then and there, all of his memories of late nights watching these great cult horror classics in his teens came right back to him and smacked him in the face.

After his dental appointment, he was fired up, so he stopped by the one and only place that he knew would carry these cult classics on DVD, the late great Tower Records. He purchased the first film that came to mind. Nope, not The Exorcist. Not even one of his many favorite vampire flicks. He purchased a true horror cult classic that also struck a deep cord inside of him when he was very young. One that is widely considered the greatest zombie film of all time. 1978's Dawn Of The Dead by the grandfather of the zombie himself, Mr. George A. Romero.

He watched it that night. He smiled. He reminisced. He found his true love again. While all of this was going on, little did he know, just 7 years later, he'd be immortalized in one.

Be seeing you.

O

October 19, 2009

Episode 5: Hidden Treasure

Message in the deep,
from a strange eternal sleep.
That is waiting there,
that is waiting there for you.
Like a hidden treasure.

— Steve Windwood & Jim Capaldi, 1971

Last week my friend Steven "bunks" Smith from Washington DC paid Sarah and I a visit. And from time to time, during his entire stay, he kept saying to us, with a look of amazement in his eyes, "Bulgaria is like an undiscovered treasure."

Steve's words were right on the money.

But you'll have to come witness it for yourself to fully understand what he meant. Stories or pictures just won't do.

Ain't that right Bunks?

Anyway, let me began week 5's post by telling you that it feels like ages since I've left the U.S. Time here seems like it's creeping along like a snail on a molasses trail. And seeing Steve again just reaffirmed it. I hate to get all mushy, but I didn't realize just how much I missed that crazy dude. He looked the same. Drank the same. Dressed the same. And acted the same. Oh, did I mention that he drank the same? Well, he drank the same.

As a matter of fact, he did a couple of all nighters during the trip. We even had an argument or two ... or three just like we used to do back home. Heated and loud! You know, like ol 'high school chums, an argument or debate one minute and then laughing and joking the next.

I also learned something new about Steve that I truly admire in him. He's an easy going and chill travel buddy. Just goes with the flow. For some reason I imagined him to be very a high maintenance spoiled brat! Ha! But on the contrary, he was just the opposite, extremely low maintenance. He didn't mind tagging along with us to run our day to day errands. Like going to pay bills or the grocery store, etc. He actually had a genuine interest in learning how life is truly lived in Bulgaria.

We basically just hung out like we did back home. Our favorite spot to chill is a place called Happy. We also saw a few historic sites and brought him out to dinner to meet some friends of ours, and luckily he came right when there was a huge street festival that featured Kelly Rowland, the hottest one, in my opinion, from Destiny's Child. It still surprises me that she never reached the mega-star status like her former band mate, Beyonce Knowles. Oh, and the weather was the best I've seen since I've been here! It was truly a lucky week to visit for him, because right after he left, the weather plummeted in temperature and rain, that is still coming down this very minute!

Oh, and thank goodness I was only called in for one day of shooting while he was here, which kept our weekend plans we had for him in tact. Sarah rented our favorite little VW for a Bulgarian road trip to show him around town.



Speaking of Sarah, she and Steve got along really well. I really wasn't sure how the two of them would mesh because they'd only hung out a couple of times briefly in DC. Actually, he was there that faithful night at the Rock and Roll Hotel where Sarah and I met for the very first time. He doesn't remember a single moment of it, due to the strange blackouts he tends suffer when he goes inside of bars. Very unusual. Anyway, what I'm trying to tell you is that the both of them never spent enough time together to really bond or establish a knowledge of each other. And although the two of them have opposite political agendas, Steve being solely devoted to the Green Party and Sarah staying close to her hardcore conservative Republican ways, they both share a general love for three things:

History. Politics. And good old Mr. Alcohol. Oh, and me of course. Heh, heh.

Oh yeah, I'd almost forgot, having Steve around made me realize that I'd failed to mention some of Bulgaria's various social differences with USA. He, being the perceptive eagle he is, noticed a lot of social differences right off the bat. The first being the shaking of the head from left to right, which means no in our country, but yes in Bulgaria. Oh, and I made sure I told him that difference right away. It would definitely come in handy for him when meeting the ladies on the bar scene!

Secondly, and of course Smith really loved this one, Bulgarians can walk around in public with a drink in hand. And I ain't talking about a Coca Cola! We saw what appeared to be underage kids with 40 ounce bottles of brew chugging them down while walking to the bus stop, burping along the way. And on that same note, I might as well bundle the third with the second entry of a very serious lack of police presence all around. We might have seen one or two cops in the last 7 days. Speaking of lacking, the third was a serious lack of children present. I did my research, and found that Bulgaria has a very low birthrate.

Of course Bulgarians share a lot in common with the USA, too many to mention in this blog. However, one very interesting likeness is the music being played on the radio stations, stores, clubs, cars, bars, etc. Most places you go in Bulgaria, you hear the same awful popular American "so-called" Hip Hop music blasting from a speaker. The only difference is the profanity is not censored out. So not only do Bulgarians get brainwashed into thinking this awful music is the only thing that the States have to offer, they also get brainwashed into thinking that Amercians, particularly African Americans, have no other intelligent way of expressing themselves through song but by using tons of profanity and calling one another the "N" Word.

Wonderful!

Sorry folks, call me old fashion, but I guess this awful popular music of today continues to follow me everywhere I go. Now in Europe, where I assumed radio would be different. It disturbs me. I needed to vent for a moment.

Anyway, just like I told you last week, I could sit here and bore you with paragraph after paragraph of stories from Steve's visit, but I think viewing my lovely pictures and captions of his visit will entertain you more. Just click the link below and enjoy:

http://www.kodakgallery.com/gallery/creativeapps/slideShow/Main.jsp?token=335250734805%3A427667441

In closing, and I'm sure Steve and Sarah would agree, the three of us were an awesome traveling threesome. Sarah, was always eager to show us something cool and historic. Steve was a good listener and could also add his extensive historical and political knowledge to the conversation.

Oh yeah, and me ... well, let's just say that I was just happy to be there. I simply love to travel. I think Prince can say it best for me, "I Don't care where we go. I don't care what we do. I don't care pretty baby, just take me with you."

Hey, Bunks, keep that healthy appetite, dude. And come visit us again, soon!

Be seeing you.

O

October 4, 2009

Episode 4: Grease

Grease is the word
It's got groove, it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling

—Barry Gibb, 1978


Beautiful lyric (or poem) by one of my all time favorite song writers, Mr. Barry Gibb. And although I am not quite sure what in the hell he is actually talking about in the song, the song's gorgeous melody, lyric and chorus seems to be playing through my mind all this week.


Why? Because Greece is the word.

Last week, Sarah and I spent a dreamlike vacation in Athens and a tiny little beautiful island called Santorini. We were a little undecided as to which island to visit while in Greece, because there's quite a few to choose from. But after visiting Santorini, we both think we made the right choice. The Red and Black Beaches and huge cliffs were outer worldly and a feast for the human eye. I mean really, most of the time we just got our kicks out of riding around the island on our little red ATV that Sarah and I lovingly named Lawnie (short for lawn mower) just taking it all in...slow. Real slow.


Oh and Athens was gorgeous, too. Lots of history and charm all around. The Acropolis, and mainly the Parthenon has always been a dream spot for me to visit ever since I took a couple of art history courses during my first year of college and learned a lot about ancient Greek art. And just like the Eiffel Tower, Grand Canyon, English castles and...(clears throat) New York City, seeing it in person did not disappoint me one bit. As a matter of fact, as soon as I climbed the stairs and the Parthenon was in plain sight, a little teardrop fell from eye.

Shh. Don't tell anyone. Gotta keep up my celebrity image here, right?

Anyway, I could write a dozen or so paragraphs telling you all about our 5 day getaway, but it would probably bore you to death. So instead, I included a picture gallery with captions of our trip:


But be warned, though. I took a total of 1,000 pictures and trimmed them down to about 200 for our short computer aged attention spans. So do keep that in mind if you think 200 is way too much.



Besides, our lovely Greece getaway, Sarah and I have been pretty much enjoying life in Bulgaria together, even if we only see each other in the late wee night hours. If that!


You see lately we unfortunately have not been afforded much time to spend together, due to both of our hectic work schedules. Me, filming that zombie movie I'd been telling you about and she, traveling for work most days. And to make matters worst, when I am doing "night shots" on the film," we sometimes miss each other all together. Nevertheless, I'll be done filming soon, and she'll be done traveling for the moment.

On a nicer note, this upcoming week, we are both eagerly awaiting the arrival of our friend Steve Smith from back home. After he does Turkey, We plan to take him around Bulgaria. And not just to the bars! Should have a bunch of stories for you all to feast on after his visit.

Ain't that right, Bunks?

Anyway, I'll have to keep this week's post short, need to answer long over due emails and comments from Week 3's blog and so forth. Speaking of, please forgive my late replies, you would not believe how busy it gets filming a movie. And although I am really enjoying the experience and perks and living a real life dream come true, it does make me wonder why one stays in the movie making business. But I'll bet after I am done, I'll be yearning for more! What?!?

As for another update on my substitute teaching gig, I still have not been called in, yet. But that's a good thing for me right now, because I could never make the time while filming.

And I know you all are eagerly awaiting my personal review of the long awaited Beatles Remasters that I finally received through the mail. So I only got two words to say about them that should some it all up plain and simple for you.

Real Good!

So good that I am looking forward to hearing the now out of print Mono Set that my brother Thad is holding for me back home. Ha! That set is way too rare to have sent through the Bulgarian mail system so I decided to just have it sent to his place for safe keeping. And while I am praising the good ol' folks over at Apple Corps for doing such a magnificent job, I will say that running out and buying these are not for everyone. Only the serious and stupid, idiotic fans like me will get their kicks out this release. The newly heard instruments and vocal subtleties and channel changes in these remasters would mean nothing to the general listener.

Okay, I'm closing this one for someone special in my life. And folks who know me real well, know that I don't usually get all goo-goo-ga-ga-mushy and showing PDA unnecessarily. But this time, this one's for you, my Sarah.



here comes the last of the great romantics

faithful and true, believing in you
regardless of the things you do

here comes the last of the great romantics

feet planted wide, defying the tide.
Come on Gatsby, stand aside.

People see me walking down the street,
and I hear them saying "here he comes.
That boy makes a banquet from a table of crumbs.
He hears romantic music in unanswered phones,
in the angry slamming of a door.
And the girl he is mad about doesn't care anymore."

Here comes the last of the great romantics

defying the tide.
Come on Gatsby, stand aside.

Here comes the last of the great romantics

not foolish, not grande...taking a stand
(out of touch) no! In command.

So people never ridicule a lovesick fool
or say he's only carrying a torch.
In his hands it's a flame-thrower
and his judgement is scorched.

Here comes the last of the great romantics

not tortured, not racked, illusions intact
undiscouraged by the facts.

Here comes the last of the great romantics

defying the tide.
Come on Gatsby, stand aside.

Here comes the last of the great romantics.

—Paddy McAloon, 2009


That's all for now, folks. So until Week 5...

Be seeing you.

O