HELLO! If you’re still here, thank you for reading these. I’m flummoxed by the number of “this many people opened your email” stats and it’s turning me into a megalomaniac so look forward to seeing me in a cyber truck and launching a really bad skincare line. Where we left off, we had scored a great actor to play dead daddy dearest and things were looking super real.
Soon enough, it was time to shoot. What? For real? We have location permits? There’s a schedule? Oh GOD!!!! I gathered all of my pumping supplies (to milk myself like a cow) and got my ass to work! Except for the first day, I wasn’t called that day. My perfect angel friend, who maybe to their own detriment is incapable of saying no to people who need their help or want to benefit from their talent, Vic Michaelis, did me the gargantuan service of playing my sister.
TIME JUMP: I had asked Vic to consider the part a week before we started shooting as was the production’s vibe at that point. They said yes before I explained what the project was at all, because they’re a lunatic. I gave them many outs, saying, “Please don’t feel like you have to say yes to this because you are my friend,” to which I think they told me to shut up or something like that. I sent them the script and they maintained they were enthusiastic and available. They also asked what my inspiration for this sister relationship was and I responded Fleabag, the most perfect sister relationship ever written. They told me that they had read our relationship in the script as exactly that. I was honored and excited beyond acceptable reason.
TIME JUMP BACK: Vic was called our first day of shooting because we were using my mom’s apartment as Vic’s character’s place. They shot some scenes with their pretend-movie-partner, the dashing and committed, Nick Marini, who is family to me. Then they shot a scene with our shared new fake dad, Craig Bierko.
The crew also assembled for the first time, squeezed into my mom’s eclectic space and attempted to pull of odd practical effects that had previously only been rehearsed with an iPhone. AND THEY FUCKING CRUSHED!!! Every person was as if sent from a star: upbeat, capable and curious. I was watching them make my movie with fear and pride…
What a rush! More next time…
Izzy
PS: the reason I’m writing and sending all of this to you is that we’re about to do a fundraiser for this film! Our production team is looking for a few people who might be interested in being “anchor sponsors” - folks able to give <$1000 to help us build momentum and encourage other donations! If this is you, you fancy-pants person - please reply to this email!
P(EE)P(EE)S: AUGUST 17TH WERE THROWING A SICK ASS EVENT RELATED TO THIS VERY MOVIE!!!! BUY A (DIGITAL) TICKET OR 1000! <3<3<3