Diary: 100 Feet

April 2nd 2008, 12:00am

Part 1 of 2

This article was
written in May of 2007 in Budapest,
Hungary
.

Hey guys
and dolls, Arrow here! Have been in Budapest,
Hungary

for a while now taking part in the 100 FEET shoot. How’s Budapest? Not sure. From what I’ve seen it looks like any other European city. Also
the fact that I’ve been cooped in a warehouse on set in the day and my nights
have been about drinking at the bar doesn’t help me in getting a vast perception
of the city. All I know is that it’s a city structured for tourists to get screwed out of money (bars
see a Yank or a Canuck pop in; they jack them prices) and for you not to get
laid (you can’t approach girls at clubs – you have to be introduced…whaaa?
– strip clubs rip you off if you go….whaaa?).

So this is Budapest eh?

Finally they also pull “semi
Hostels” on tourists and it happened to me last night. I was out
at around midnight coming back from supper and two hot chicks stepped up to me!
Lucky that Mr. Red warned me that girls here were hired to lure obvious tourists
like myself into particular bars that are in cahoots with them. The scam is;
once there the dames have you buy them drinks, of course the drinks at this bar
cost a ludicrous amount of money; so when its time to pay your tab you get a
surprise. If you don’t pay, huge dudes beat the shit out of you. What about
cops? Well they’re on the take hence no help from them! I usually follow my
dick but on this run the warning and the sluts’ obviously “rehearsed
dialogue” made me walk the other way. Come on gals! You got to come up with
better shit than that to fool my sorry ass! I’m a horror fan! I know all the
tricks! Was mucho creepy though. A first for me! F*cking whores!

Beware of this street – yummy yet evil whores roam here.

100 Feet
wise, well it’s my kind of set, not too big that you get lost in the shuffle
and not too small that its two dudes and a raccoon shooting a film. The people
surrounding me have been groovy-o for the most part, no complaints from this
jerk. Anyways
today was the day that I shot my dialogue driven scene with Famke Janssen and
Bobby Cannavale. First up was costume; as I slapped my gear on I couldn’t help
but notice that it was basically the same outfit that I wore for my blink and miss stint on SAW II except this dude (Jimmy) wore a baseball cap.

Eric Red on the house set.

Now that I
think of it Jimmy is Video Techie (My name in SAW II; great name; explains the
two lines…lol!) but fleshed out. They both dress the same; both are cops, both
experts in computers/electronics, they both can’t act. I finally get to explore that character
further… yippee! Now to
be honest, I was somewhat anxious today. I had to
deliver, against Famke Janssen at that! The dame is a star – the biggest star
I ever acted with – I’m a guy they call The Arrow. You do the f*cking math!
The fact that I had no food in my belly and had too much coffee running
through my veins didn’t help my jitters either.
I was jumpy to say the least.

I’ve just seen a GHOST!

Bobby Cannavalle and a twat!

I actually
purposely avoided Famke on set before I did my scene since my character
never saw her before he enters the house; I wanted to provoke an organic
reaction to her in the scene. Did it work? Probably not, but it was
worth a shot in a “fancy pants” acting trick kind of way. The scene itself
was set in Marnie’s house (a brilliantly constructed, gothic looking, house set
staged in a Studio here in Budapest) and the jest of it was me getting in there
with my gear (ankle bracelet, dildos "joke" and HUGE ASS base unit) and explaining to Marnie
how her home incarceration works while fending off “a-hole” quips from
Detective Shanks (Cannavale).

Me and Vilma – great PA!

How did this clown get on our set she asks ; )

So the
blocking for the scene acted as my rehearsal time and during it I realized I was
TOO tense. Once done, I had some time alone in my trailer as they set up the
scene (lights, cameras what not) and I wound up remembering this convo Eric Red and
I had with Michael Pare (who plays the ghost in the film) the night before at
some slick cigar bar. Pare was talking about “meditation”. Now I’m not the
meditation type, I smoke, drink and f*ck; but I gave it a shot… and you now
what, Pare was right.

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