I guess that's what I was: a set of abs. And they lit the abs and shot the abs and sent the abs on their way. The photographer didn't look at my face once. I was humiliated.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If I went to them all dressed up and flashed a nice smile for the cameras it would probably be easier for me to get work. But I just can't tolerate it.
A way you can get really good abs in film is you get your makeup artist to paint shadows - faux washboard. But if you see me in a movie and I have great abs, it means I have a great body double.
They almost ran me off the road several times. There are so many chances that they take to get the right photo.
I put on the fat suit and went outside and walked around. I was really nervous about being found out, but nobody would even make eye contact with me. It really upset me.
Somebody could take a picture of me from across the room, and I would feel like I wanted to rip their face off.
I swear to God, I went in to buy bikinis, and the lady's like, 'You're not getting out of this store 'til you get down there and show me what you do for those abs and the arms.' She wouldn't sell me my bikinis! I had to get on the floor and do the stomach thing.
They asked me why I was wearing heels, and I said, I'm trying to hide my ass. They gave me a prosthetic behind.
They put me in a whole body suit, from my neck to my ankles. It was so bad, I couldn't straighten my legs.
I felt very insecure about whether I was up to recreating my stage 'Fagin' in front of a camera.
I've never, ever in my life touched a photographer. Some of the cruellest things I've ever said have been to photographers who are chasing me down the street, some of the sharpest, most efficient emotional barbs. And they know that in that moment, in that one-to-one wit competition, they just got smashed.