June 16th, 2003
Hot, bored and bothered.
The press is coming tonight at the shoot.
So annoying.
woah
June 12th, 2003
June 12th, 2003
June 9th, 2003
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Dear Diary, Today I shot the scenes where I’m new in town, broke, homeless and I wash car windows at the traffic lights to make a buck [well, a Euro]. I must have washed a particular window shield 60 times for one scene. Then this older, veteran window washer comes and kicks my butt for taking his spot on the highway. The person playing him was an amateur and was VERY rough. My shoulder hurts. It was fun and therapeutic! The atmosphere was good and a friend of mine was also doing a day’s shooting with us, she played a woman who argues with her husband and I eavesdrop while washing their car windows. Tomorrow we shoot my arrival in the big scary city. By bus, at this old, decrepit bus terminal at Liossion. Hec just read me his new script and it’s really wonderful; it’ll be a fucking great movie. I’ll play a school teacher. hehe ←Look! Kim is falling.. I hope I book Koutra’s new film. There’s a super role for me there. Of course half of my friends are up for it too. |
June 8th, 2003
Today was my day off from shooting Delivery, so we started work with Syllas on his next short film. We shot a scene in the beautiful afternoon light. I love working with him.
June 8th, 2003
Dear Diary,
“Someone” needs to assimilate a rudimentary set of good manners and do it FAST, at least when it concerns me. When I think i have 8 weeks left working with some of the dumbest goons I’ve ever met..
June 6th, 2003
Dear Diary
Home early today. It’s only 2am. My knees and fingers hurt. I had to carry Alexia down a flight of stairs and onto a bed around 30 times. The set’s so filthy but well made I think.
Hec won an award [$$$] for his film.
June 3rd, 2003
Dear Diary,
Shooting this movie’s hard. For many reasons. Primarily because of his shocking lack of manners. Only 9 more weeks. Errikos is so fucking great though, today was our first day shooting together. He’s such a kid. I was too busy/angry/melancholic. I returned the motorbike to the assistant director ’cause I’m pretty sure I’ll run into legal trouble. I have such an impatience for laws, rules and idiots. I was constantly riding it on the wrong lane and never stopping at red lights. And it’s only been my 1st week of riding a motorbike. I wonder how much more ruthless my driving will become when I get my own bike in September. I had to take my clothes off today for a scene which I hated doing. I like to be naked for sex scenes but not on my own. All the flaws -so many of them- scream blue murder!
June 3rd, 2003
We had been shooting in a cemetery today.
What beautiful graves.
These girls died in 1964 [the younger] and 1958 [the older]
They were the wife and daughter of a general. He was buried there too.
Cozy!
May 31st, 2003
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Dear Diary, I had an early morning shoot and then slept all afternoon. I asked to borrow my character’s motorbike so I can practice tomorrow on my day off; it turned out to be quite a feat to get home on it as I had NO licence, NO registration, NO id, no nothing and I kept running into cops. I’d get off, turn the motor off, pretend I was waiting for someone and talked on my cell and wait till the cops would fuck off. Then I’d ride a few blocks more till the next bunch of cops. In the end I gave up and I WALKED the darn thing to my place. It was so hot and stuffy and I had skipped shower in the morning as I had woken up late. Yes, I was stink-EH! I fainted on the couch as soon as I got home and woke up when it was finally night. |
May 30th, 2003
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Dear Diary, It was my day off today and I went to buy tools from the hardware store. Paint, screwdrivers and other manly stuff. I discovered a new eatery with such good grub; Body Fuel. It fuelled a gaseous bonanza at the store earlier on. I also bought a gardenia plant and a lot of candles. A pocket knife too. I wish I could finish this fucking film in four weeks instead of 10. I hate signing my life away to ANY motherfucker. On Monday I’m testing for a new feature for October. I drank too much green tea again and now I’m all jittery… damn, Ektoras and Tanya ordered take out and i gulped down a plate of french fries. damn.. |
May 27th, 2003
Day.2
Better. A short day, I only had two scenes so I was home 4 hours later.
It rained a lot today but there was an OK atmosphere on the set as everyone is getting to know each other.
May 26th, 2003
I have to be there at 3pm..
fuck the first day of shooting is so weird.
I guess I’ll have to resort to the bottle once more hehe
May 23rd, 2003
Dammit, I’m sure there is something I should be doing;
I can’t remember what it is.
Something needs my immediate attention
but WTF is it?!
May 23rd, 2003
D.D.
shooting starts this coming Monday for more than 10 weeks.
Scared, excited.
Day 1 is so loaded with tough scenes.
All of them in a crazy order; one from the very beginning of the story, two from the middle and two from near the end. I have to commit to certain decisions (stylistically, character choices, etc) as Day1 affects my entire journey through the film and I will have to abide to those decisions. The set is beautiful. It’s a decadent pizza parlor near Syndagma Sq.
Gawd the butterflies in my stomach.
May 20th, 2003
Dear Diary,
It’s been a crazy and tiring week and a half.
My time is officially not my own anymore and it will be so for the next 10 weeks. We start shooting Delivery on May 26th and finish mid August. Fittings, rehearsals, meetings, motorbike lessons, haircuts, screen tests, sleepless nights, angst and a lot of excitement!
It’s so cool to shoot a film. Mid-August I start rehearsals at the National Theater and in October I’ll be shooting another feature. I do hate it when someone else has complete control over my life and my time; it’s the one thing I hate about my job. However it *does* get me out of the apartment.
May 10th, 2003
A beautiful house in a village. Among trees and with a garden. Perfect. We’ll be so happy there.
May 9th, 2003
Dear Diary,
I’m partial to xxx actress Samantha Strong. She has the best sneer and blasè demeanor and her acting is somewhat detached and wonky and a bit robotic, which I find fascinating and impactful – BOO to good actors, yawn. My favorite of her movies is The Heiress. Shot on video, entirely on a soundstage, in absurdly cheap sets, some of which were actually painted backdrops of interiors. She wore a stiff white leather business suit with huge shoulder pads and had BIG, backcombed, frizzy, matted hair. She looked positively regal. When she first started she used to have a fuller figure, then later she was fashion model thin, perfectly stunning either way. I met her when she was a feature dancing tour, with a stint in Athens. I saw it advertised on a cab and I investigated; it was at a strip club in some dodgy outskirts of the city. Never been to a strip club before and I was petrified going by myself but in typical form, scared or not I went ahead with the mission.
Samantha was very nice and somewhat reserved; She walked by my table and I said something girly like “Hi! I love your work!” to which she exclaimed “- Oh my god you speak English” and promptly sat at my table where she spent the entire night while we chatted away. She didn’t hustle a dime out of me which would be totally understandable, this was her place of work, but we just talked and talked.. When the club owner growled at her (and me) for blatantly ignoring all of the other customers, (who kept staring at us all night trying to make sense why she’d spend all this time with a gawky, awkward weirdo), she grabbed my hand and led me to this exposed shower area in the club, sat me in front of it, got naked and took a shower in front of me, while the other men watched. I died of embarrassment. Then she went backstage to freshen up and brought me a t-shirt which she signed for me as a gift. I left at dawn, when they had turned on the lights.
She has retired from x-rated films now. I hope she’s doing well. Samantha is a super star.
May 9th, 2003
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Dear Diary, Had a meetin’ today where I was introduced to the ADs and some other people. The hairstylist luckily decided that I had done an excellent job cutting my hair so they didn’t cut it any more. I hate other people cutting my hair. |
May 8th, 2003
I went for walkies with Andreas to the Royal Gardens.
We ate sandwiches and tyropita and drank milkshakes.
it was a beautiful day, sunny but not too hot.
Andreas will direct a great script he’s written and I’ll be in it.
I’m watching one of my favorite movies, The Cactus Flower..
proud of my garden
May 1st, 2003
April 29th, 2003
The hair situation was getting too insufferable so
Woah! Fear The Mullet!!!!
April 28th, 2003
tea tea tea tea tea tea tea tea tea
pissin’ pissin’ pissin’ pissin’ pissin’ pissin’
bored bored bored bored bored
where’s hec? where’s hec? where’s hec?
