by Cameryn Moore
When we last saw our intrepid heroine, she had just finished her first day of film production for the movie version of Phone Whore, and she felt like she was going to die, that it was too damn hot in the apartment where the film was being shot and all the water in her body had been expressed out through her forehead, and furthermore she was a talentless wooden puppet of a performer who had neither the stamina nor the style to make it through the rest of the shoot.
Film, my god. What a strange, chopped-up way of capturing action and the passage of time!
And then I started loosening my grip on linear thinking. I won’t say that I completely succeeded, but it did get easier for me, on the second and third days of the shoot, to step back from the scene that we had just done, or look ahead to the one that the assistant director said we were doing next, and not mentally resist about carrying a mug that I didn’t know where it came from, or get terribly tripped up about exiting a room that I had already exited, in terms of the shoot, the day before. Film, my god. What a strange, chopped-up way of capturing action and the passage of time! I can’t say that I enjoyed it, but I started to relax a little more into it, and while I never really understood those out-of-sequence moments, I just learned to not stress about it as much. Not my job. That’s a mantra I repeated to myself a lot during filming.