Author: Dana Claymore
When a location scout comes to town she finds the perfect setting for her movie project and something more. A first date, a first kiss, and a plunge into the world of a serial killer.
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Another casualty in the hunt for the right filming location.
And here I am on Valentine’s Day without a date.
“Come to Hollywood,” he said. “It will be glamorous,” he said. Uncle Morty’s words are still gnawing through my ear canals. Morty, God rest his soul, was a B-level horror films producer. He said he’d get me roles in his films. “A good place to start off,” he said, “And if you get noticed . . .”
True to his word, he did get me four bit parts in his schlock films—I played a ghost in the first film and a slutty coed in the second. I played corpses in the last two. The phone never rang. No agent. No offers. No nothing. My bubble had been burst.
And after I buried Morty . . .
I managed to get somewhat steady work as a location scout--not glamorous, borderline tedious, and on Valentine’s Day . . . a downright bummer.
I was up against a deadline and freaking out because the producer told me he’d can my ass if I didn’t come up with the perfect location by the end of the week, and this was the end of the week. I’d been to eleven potential shooting locations in Alabama and had traveled from one end of North Carolina to the other over the past three days.
Ed Norton didn’t like Asheville because he claimed the high altitude would give him chronic nosebleeds.
Julia Roberts wouldn’t shoot in Wilmington because she said the humidity made her hair frizz.
And Tom Hanks wouldn’t film in Alabama because . . . well, just because. I’d read that even though Forrest Gump was supposed to take place in Alabama it was actually filmed elsewhere. So, I suppose that Alabama bug has been up his ass for quite a while.
Anyway, that’s what happens when the studio casts three divas in the same film. Nothing is good enough for anyone.
So, here I am Asheboro, NC at 7:00 p.m. on Valentine’s Day, hungry, lonely, and on the verge of being unemployed.