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you wear prisoner garb long enuff, walk around do the same actions over and over, no chance of escape, get yelled at -- and you feel like an extra!

I overheard a nice convo today between the key grips about working on The Slave Movie. Stanley Sphongeymeyer did a critically acclaimed slave movie, and there were many reports of mistreatement of extras. The one key grip claimed that the black female star first made a racial slur about him being a whitey, and then when they all got drunk together on a charter flight, started hitting on him because he had his balls pierced, and word had gotten around set. She then hired him when she did a short film, a year later. He would not admit to his pal if anything happened, but it sounds like it to me.

Lots of gay prisoner jokes, "fresh fish," etc., and I have to grin and bear it. It's not worth revealing my proclivity for such a short-term thing.

my pal, the miscreant wrangler seemed to make a concious effort not to talk to me today. weird. first day, all happy to see me, have I now floated into the miasma of extra-land? it's hard to maintain friendships on a set, it is very heirarchal and classist. Although on this set, we all eat lunch in the same tent. That's kinda okay.

This other dude who IDed as a pinhead the other day, has apparently been souring extras left and right. I spoke to one today who heard pinhead espousing that killing all the people in jails would be good. Pinhead looks like a pinhead, it's a tired bit of name-calling, except for his actual physical pinhead, and ninny-ish qualities. He couldn't get a gate open today, and that was his one extra job, and it fucked up a take. Got a big laff from all the other extras. His face reddened. He reminds me of a chatty-ninny from a 40s movie -- the kind that would always be chasing a girl he didn't deserve, and then Jimmy Stewart would come along.

darling, darling little darling on set today. kid actress. dolled up in cute costume. her dad said the best thing to me "she's having a lot of fun, so were okay with it." No careeer talk, plotting and scheming, just wanting to make sure his daugther is enjoying her youth. There was a bunch of feathers that came out of a pillow, and with every take, she would pick up the feathers for the prop guy. You could hear her little high-pitched voice over all the set noise, during down-time.

Also, much love to Muslim Hay. All day Hay had to give gutteral cries of losing his life and his daughter, while being quartered. He did it at least 10 times, and each take felt like actual loss.

Oh, I found a gold watch in the alley the day before. So far, no one has claimed it, it might be mine, they said they would give to me on Friday if that was the case.