A set report that probably tells you nothing

Yesterday, I put in an appearance in another movie. I don’t know what it’s called, or even what the story is.

What I do know is that it’s directed by Sean Cain, the editor on HOLLYWOOD CONFIDENTIAL, and most of that movie’s cast appear in some form. Me included, now.

All I know is this: The scene involves a character named The Shaver, who has just blown up a house, and meets throngs of adoring fans outside on his way to the limo. But one fan is not so adoring.

That’s right. Me.

Using the Stanislavski Method to draw on my experience as a wrestling fan, I cursed him out for a few minutes, calling him an S.O.B. and worse, until spittle hung from my lower lip. I think I got a close-up out of the deal.

And then I was done. Now wasn’t that an exciting report? I don’t have any pictures, sorry.

But exciting things may be in the works. Things I could tell you in conversation, but cannot speak of in a public forum…