So Mr. Rilch is in Pittsburgh, on a movie crew. Today he texts me and says, “Guess who’s here on set?” Our old acting teacher, that’s who. To be specific, it was in his class that we met. So Mr. Rilch introduces himself and says “Guess what – Rilchie and I are married now.” Apparently he “damn near teared up.”
I wish I’d been there, so I could have said "Hey man! Loved you in Silence of the Lambs! Because he was in that. Police officer who shines his light up the elevator shaft (I think; been a long time since I’ve seen the film) and gapes in astonishment at what he sees. (He was actually supposed to have a line, but was told at the last minute “We like what you’re doing with your face there…it works better without dialogue.” Which meant he got paid less, of course. :mad: Anyway, yeah. He has a walk-on in this film, Mr. Rilch had lunch with him on set, and how cool is that?
Not to derail but another interesting fact: directors aren’t allowed to talk to extras directly (need the AD to do it). If they do they have officially received direction and move up to a higher pay grade. Some extras, knowing this, try to take advantage by jostling in to ask the director where they should stand or whatnot hoping to trick him into replying.
When I read the title I figured maybe you won a million dollars, or experienced a ten minute orgasm, or learned the secret of life, or invented antigravity.
I figured if you thought something was cool it would be SO TOTALLY AWESOME, MY NOSE WOULD BLEED AND I’D CRAP MY PANTS IN AWE!!!
But no.
This is not to say that what you describe isn’t cool. It’s pretty cool. I just had my hopes too high, I guess.
