Last night I attended the Big Apple Film Festival. The program I saw included a short film that I was in. I played a character called Non-Stickman in a series of one minute shorts called New York Minutes. The filmmakers did excellent work. All three shorts packed a lot of impact in a very short space of time (contrasted with the feature length film in the program which had less impact stretched over a long period of time). The film I was in was well edited, had great music and exciting images. My character was a fat guy running on the Brooklyn bridge. The audience laughed a lot for 60 seconds. Now I am well aware of why I was in the film and what the point was. I got that before I agreed to do it. But watching it with the audience, I couldn’t help but feel a little isolated and downhearted about it because they were not laughing at any skill or talent that I have. They were laughing because I am fat. It’s nothing new and I did like the film. But there is a little bit of hurt.

The film will be online in the future and I will provide a link.