Muted Me on The Bounty

My stepdaughter gave me two free movie tickets. After my wife declined to go with me to a complimentary flick, I dragged an interested party to go see The Bounty Hunter starring Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler. Despite the omissions in the credit roll, I worked as an actor on this film. Scratch that overstatement. I worked as an extra on this film.

I wound up placed like a piece of furniture in three different scenes in the movie. Wearing an American flag shirt, I showed not only patriotism but fleet of foot pedestrian action on the boardwalk. The production crew let me apprise my role walking behind the stars near an escalator. Since I did not fall down once during multiple takes over the course of two days of shoots, I finished a rather dicey scene as a craps table gambler opposite Aniston.

If there is good news to report, I made the final cut in all three scenes but I might need the sleuth of Myth Busters to prove my claim. I am estimating a total of five seconds of camera time in deep undercover background filler. No lines, just muted me on the bounty. I can now brag to anyone who will listen and some who might refuse that while walking erect I was captured in frame with hottie Jennifer Aniston in a film. There are worse situations in life.

The reality is that my mooching friend could not see me in the movie any more than my stay-at-home wife. All of my viewfinder finger pointing and megalomania aspirations of hooray in an otherwise empty theatre seemed for naught. I keep telling myself that I must have done an excellent job as a background actor. Blending into this romantic comedy canvas should do serious wonders for my acting career. Shush, I think I hear my cell phone going off now. It must be my casting agency calling. Considering the cost of admission, this extra thought the moviegoer experience was worth every penny.