Saw Ricky Jay and His 52 Assistants last night at the Geffen. Just see it. It’s worth whatever groveling you need to do to procure yourself a ticket- if only to people watch in the audience. Watching Ricky deal poker hands from a stacked deck is a mystical experience.
I wish I could start my life over again and be a card sharp. Maybe because my daddy was a gambling man before he went crooked and took his talents to Wall Street. Sadly, I have to count on my fingers to add the tip to a check. And I suck at cards. But I’m proud to say that I do appear in a deck of cards (Annie Sprinkle’s Post-Modern Pin-Up Pleasure Activist Playing Cards).
Here is the trailer for Watch Out, the terrifically sick movie I had the privilege of acting in. Steve Balderson is brilliant and is also possibly the only real independent filmmaker left. We shot it in Wamego, Kansas- home of the OZ Museum (don’t think I wasn’t there every day). I play a double role?the prozac popping prostitute and the pop diva. Watch the trailer all the way through to catch a glimpse of me. I?m the blonde taking her clothes off. Quelle surprise.
Watch Out is based on the controversial novel of the same name by Joseph Suglia.
“Watch Out is the story of Jonathan Barrows, a man who falls in love with himself, literally. He is secretly attracted to his own body, carries out an erotic relationship with a blow-up doll that resembles him, and takes pleasure in rejecting the advances of his many admirers, both male and female. He descends into a world of carnivorous priests and Prozac-popping Polish prostitutes and eventually assassinates the world’s most popular pop-diva. “You strange creatures,” Barrows declares, “you are nothing more to Me than a meal at the fast-food restaurant of life.” But who will end up being devoured?”
The cast suite at the Simmer Motel was a hotbed of debauchery. Check out the impromptu video we shot the night before I was filmed deflowering a virgin in while his parents look on and munch popcorn. This stars Timmy Red, Amy Kelly and me.
Scott had his annual bowling party with Ricky Mahler. They are fellow Cancers and longtime sworn bowling enemies. Here is a picture of some of our friends at Montrose Bowl, a jewel of retro Los Angeles, somehow not yet torn down to build live/work lofts.
The blur in lower left hand corner is Clash Peters. He pretty much looks like that in real life, too.
Family Roots December 9, 2014
A woman finds an unexpected new family when she adopts a son, a bad soldier learns to write from personal loss, and a man is working at a nuclear power plant when disaster strikes. http://themoth.org/posts/episodes/1425