With nine crewmembers, nine actors, and a slew of extras, it was the Woodstock of sitcom pilots.
Let’s meet more of the gang. Above, Mike Muscat, who went full filthy playing a homeless guy for me.
Left to right: Sloane Shevin, my niece, who I used as an extra in three scenes. Sloane performed in a couple of school plays for her middle school drama program this past year, and I wanted her to experience getting her hair and makeup done and helping a TV show come alive. Next to me: my friend Emil Beheshti, who played one of my bosses after wrapping a role last week in a film opposite Christian Bale and Matt Damon.
My tiniest castmate: Sascha the dog. (I used to hold Ricky this way, 85 lbs. ago.) On the right, Sascha’s mom, featured extra, and future dentist Daniella Basin.
I miss everybody already, so it is now a foregone conclusion that I write the rest of the season and get them all back together.
Maybe Tom Cruise does all of his own stunts because death is the only way out of the Church of Scientology.
I don’t do my own stunts; I do other people’s stunts. One nutty one, for one of my co-stars. I saved it for the very last shot of my pilot, “Hucksters”, and the crew was very good about it. (One guy called me crazy, which I loved.) It came out so amazing and funny, I can’t stop watching the footage.
For months, I planned the hell out of this. And after taking care of every single detail, I arrived on set feeling 10 feet tall and ready to eat an elk.
It was awesome.
The show is called “Hucksters”. Pictured above: my friend and co-star Ben Pace – who plays the guy standing next to him: Chad Grandey, my best friend (the show is based on the semi-true adventures of Chad and me), and next to Chad is our co-star Jean St. James, who happened to also be in my film The Beneficiary and is the mother of Martin Starr, who plays Gilfoyle on “Silicon Valley”.
I know the shoot went well because I’m really sad it’s over, and I will miss everyone involved until we shoot the next episodes. In the meantime, the footage looks great. Here’s a quick glimpse:
Adult me must concede that a major contributor to global warming was kid me leaving the front door open and heating the whole goddamn world.
In spite of the 103-degree temp, the first day of shooting was even better than I imagined. Above, director Jared Cohn piloted his drone to capture some beautiful, sweeping footage of my costar Ben Pace and me walking through the streets of Canoga Park.
Back at it this morning. I could do this every day.
I went to Costco for a case of water and bought the Cleveland Browns and a helicopter.
Well, at least I’ll be prepared. Though I’ve been preparing my ass off. I finalized the script, hired the entire crew, cast the actors, scouted locations, got insurance, got shooting permits, bought all of the props – you catch my drift.
I’m ready. I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time, and the first day is finally here. I’m entirely excited. There’s nothing better than being on a set. And I get to be on my set, acting in my sitcom. It’s a very good summer.
I came home last week to find this backpack in front of my place. At first I thought someone must have left it and run down to the beach to take a dip. Then I thought: unattended bags in this day and age are not good.
By the way – the FBI’s terrorist hotline is not a place to chat with hot terrorists. I know that now.
How long do I leave it there? Garbage pickup is Thursday morning, so I’m thinking about tossing it then. If I don’t get blown up in the meantime.
Actually, it’s a one-bedroom. But living in an apartment is one of the many sacrifices I make while I happily pursue my dream. And I love the pursuit. I love the people, the challenges, the city of Los Angeles, and, most of all, the feeling that makes my heart quicken every time I get to do the thing that I love: acting.
My name is Matt Shevin. You can reach me at: firstname.lastname@example.org