If it was actual footage, you’d see like moving pictures and stuff, hense the origin of the term “motion picture”. Bet you never really thought about it like that before, have you? People in the early 1900s were all geniuses.
Anyway, this grab came from Saturday’s big shoot, which was attended by such legendary YAYsports! people as Jones on the NBA and the one and only BDP.
The latter was even kind enough to send in a report of his LA adventures, which was going to save us from having to write anything. As you can see by now, that didn’t happen, and we remain verbose. The BDP is in italics, starting NOW.
Maybe you all missed the memo, but there was a MOVIE shooting in Los Angeles this weekend; one involving a certain alter ego that you might be familiar with. For all of you who have “responsibilities”, (or diseases), which would not allow you come out to be an extra, I’ll try to give a brief synopsis of things and then perhaps I will move onto stuff. I’m not at liberty to go into all the hideous, unwieldy, and perhaps illegal, acts I saw, but, I will give what I can.
I was pleasantly surprised that they weren’t shooting the whole movie on one of those Verizon Wireless phone cameras, hell they had a microphone and everything. When the filming began, the action was non-stop – things exploding, people fighting, and children being shaken. I don’t really know why any of these things were happening, but I couldn’t concentrate anyway, I kept hearing that stupid “HOLLYWOOD” song in the back of my head, which I am told is normal for foreigners.
On a side note: being an extra on the set is pretty excellent, everyone else is working real hard, while you get to eat the tuna and tomatoes that were provided just for you! Even though I was probably stronger than most of the crew, they would never ask for my help to move anything, which is great for me. The next time you get an opportunity like this, consider it a little more carefully.
After the shoot, the cast and crew did typical celebrity things, just like in those reality shows. I can’t claim to remember everything that happened between the body shots of the Swedish hookers and E. Coli I contracted up after sleeping on, quite literally, a pile of filth. There are a couple things I do remember: the Cavalier holding a rather large salad bowl above his head in some sort of weird offering to Mamba and then getting real pissed off that he was being sent to bed at 9:30.
Who Shot Mamba? is going to be a fantastic movie and everyone is working really hard for eggs and bananas. If Hollywood has awards for this kind of movie, WSM will sweep that shit because it’s the only one of its kind. But you probably already knew that.
-Brandon Dean Price
aka the BDP
That’s all pretty much true, although we think he undersold the filth that is our bed. We honestly can’t remember the last time we washed our sheets. We slept on the sofa, by the way, despite the BDP’s repeated plea for us to come “sing him to sleep”.
All in all, yesterday’s shoot was great – dare we say it’ll be a classic sequence, talked about for ages and ages, or at least a day or so? Why…yes, we do dare.
(NOTE: The BDP flirted with our sister all day, which we guess has some sort of karmic justice angle attached to it.)