Because I got nothing today, really, I thought I’d share some anecdotal material which you might find diverting. Last Sunday I completed my second film role, a snip of a bit of a cameo for a micro-budgeted indie whose director I think is a terrific and under-known talent. For reasons known only to himself, said director thought it would be cool to dress me up as a priest. (Perhaps he’s doing me a favor, giving me a chance to show some range and do “holy” after going full sleazoid for The Girlfriend Experience.) This is a pretty easy thing to do, as it turns out—get the shirt, and the collar, and you’re good to go, in a verisimilitude-boosting minimalist kind of way.
Nevertheless. My Catholic guilt (The Force is strong in this one, believe you me) wrestled for a bit with my impish side. I thought it could be hilarious to park myself at an outdoor table at my local, array a bunch of Jãger shots in front of me, and down them one after the other, muttering (or shouting—hard to say what would produce the better effect) “The power of C****t compels you!” before each swallow. And asking “What the f**k are you looking at?” every time I received a disapproving glance. Comedy gold, I guarantee it, but with no one around to record it, what would be the point? So I contented myself with merely walking a few blocks down Court Street in the shirt, but even that gave me the willies after a little while. Yes, “something” surely did say “you’d better not”—that something being the reasonably sure knowledge that I was putting myself in a position where I could get the shit kicked out of me and completely deserve it.
Of course I am hardly the first reprobate raised within the church to have indulged in such shenanigans…
Glenn, I hope you don’t mind, but this story was so amusing I had to share it on Facebook.
That needs to become your new photo on Facebook.
Give us a blessing Father Glenn.
I smell a remake of Melville’s classic on the horizon, with Kenny in the Belomondo role.
It’s a little alarming how much you look like my secondary school physics teacher once you don shirt and collar.
I had to wear similar garb for a play once and the damn guilt won out and made me take the outfit off at the end of the performance.
“(Perhaps he’s doing me a favor, giving me a chance to show some range and do ‘holy’ after going full sleazoid for The Girlfriend Experience.)”
Would you say then that your depiction was a reverent one? Or more tongue-in-cheek?
Just curious.
Lemme tell ya the story of LOVE versus HATE.…
Television reference and headline of this post = you clearly have the best music taste of any of the major film critics going today.
Massive WTF moment, courtesy of Armond White (who else?):
“Made in U.S.A. and 2 or 3 Things have more in common with the visual wit of Michael Bay’s Transformers 2. It is Godard’s bold example that taught Bay to love sound and image. All these films share a visual language and a way of seeing the world that is rooted in an artistic use of technology. What a triple bill.”
To which I can only say: God save us all. It’s interesting, the venues and contexts within which A.W. decides to up the ante on Crazy. I feel a little guilty, though, Jim, letting you hand me what has to be my White-ism of the week…
“To be only spectacular should be 5 or 10 percent of cinema.”–JLG
“MEGATRON! IT’S ALL SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT MEGATRON! RAAARGHH!”–MB
Which Joe Swanberg film was this for?
You are incredibly convincing in that priest outfit. Like, you could cast demons out of Linda Blair at a moment’s notice, THAT convincing.
It’s scaring me.
Wouldn’t it have been more appropriate to drink the long draught?
Glenn: From one guilt ridden Catholic to another, you look great as a priest. You can absolve ourself of any and all sins now! Just say 3 Hail Mary’s, one our father and a Glory Be. As you left they would say Go now and sin no more.