constant narrator

Today I went for an cattle call for extras for the new move written by Luke Wilson and starring he and his brother Owen Wilson. The movie’s going to be filmed here in Austin in September and October. I don’t really know why I was driven to dress up, create a short actor’s resume and make Michael take poloroids of me in lieu of a real head shot, but I was and I found the entire experience rather entertaining. The cattle call was at a hotel in south Austin and when I got there, 200 people were lined up in the steamy hall pressed up against the wall writing on their little extras forms. There were a lot of college girls, some mommies with kids, a few college boys and a knot of raspy-voiced men with mullets who when they met each other in the line got very enthusiastic and compared notes on their close-ups as extras in the film The Alamo which was shot around Austin last winter. The girl in front of me looked like she had the worst post-puke, blood-shot eyed, tequila-induced hangover I’ve ever seen. How she dragged herself out of bed I don’t know.

The form we all filled out had questions like:
Can you ride a horse? (yes) (no) How well?
Can you play an instrument? How well?
Do you have a car or truck or tractor that you would be willing to drive in the movie? (year)(make)(model)(color)(condition)
Do you have a pet that you would be willing to have in the movie?

Alas, Zubbie would not like to star in a film, nor even see more than two people at once, so there’s another impediment to my rampant fame. Who knows what will happen? Maybe I’ll be in a crowd scene on Congress or drive my truck Ursula past a scene on 6th St. The sky’s the limit in extra-land.