A while back i was asked if i'd be interested to audition for a movie. Not because i'm an actor -that's a skill i admire but don't have- but because i'm a freediver. See, the movie, or series of shorts, actually, were to be set underwater, and they needed people who could look natural underwater, since the stories were about the Atlantean race. Now normally you point a camera at me and i run in the opposite direction or kick you in the crotch, but the premise of this movie was something i was interested in, and i saw some of the fantastic work that the DP,
Eve Hazelton, had done, and i figured it could be a fun experience. So i auditioned for the first time in my life.
I was nervous, but then they asked me to basically play at the bottom of the pool, which is what i call thursday evening (and friday evening and wednesday evening when i'm lucky), so i did and had fun and then went home again. Forgot all about it until i got a mail saying i'd been selected to be one of the Atlanteans
There'd be one or two days of filming. First it was gonna be in june, but then they got kicked out of the studio by James Bond (shit for them but quite cool from my perspective) and then by Les Miserables (lot less cool), so then it became july, and then end of august. It went from one or two days to four or five. Filming of the piece i was in would start the day after i got home from working in Egypt, so all i did was get home late that night, re-pack, and leave for the west of England the next day. When i got to set things were already very much running, as they had been shooting the previous piece there as well
We quickly found out that spending 16 hours a day in a chlorinated environment is not fun for the eyes, and we must have gone through about 12 gallons of saline solution per actor. Here's Amanda showing how a solution can be a problem
The crew worked even harder than the cast, so the solution there was to shower them in chocolate
but after five days of very hard work and very little sleep, even with this lovely bunch of people tensions began to rise
so i decided to bring out the magic tension breaker -my ass. First i faced-bummed some of the cast
then the crew
which the crew reciprocated
and then i decided we should top it off with putting stuff up our noses
which perked up everyone
except maybe Bryan, who prefers boobs instead of ass and boogers
In the end, we got the job done beautifully and got lots of publicity in doing it:
Underwater Realm on BBC News from
Realm Pictures on
Vimeo.
Swimming pool to seabed from
ITV Westcountry on
Vimeo.
so that Eve could finally go for a nice relaxing swim as well
All in all, it was a beautiful experience, and as soon as my eyes have recovered, i'll stop crying about it. It got my thinking, though
about the relationship between work and play. If they hire (wait, no pay), ehm, recruit a doofus like me for a project like this, they might be onto something: you need some ass to break the tension, some play to keep it working. I can't act for shit, but i trusted the director, and he let me fart about a bit. It was excellent fun, and i found a use for my boney ass.