Hurray! Kijken naar Sacha (I’m starring as Britt) is selected for De Roze Filmdagen!
De Roze Filmdagen take place 10-20th of March 2011 at het Ketelhuis in Amsterdam. More information once it arrives.
Kijken naar Sacha premieres Saturday the 18th of september at 21.00 in the Steigerzaal of de Lindenberg in Nijmegen. Tickets are available through (and reservations are through them as well) by calling de Lindenberg (024 3273737).
I’m cast as the villain in the kids tv series Xmix. I play a hairdresser who steals juwels from her customers. The series is a cross between the powerrangers and scoobydoo. Tight latex outfits and flashy helmets, invisibility and other powers combined with a song and a villain. It’s always fantastic to play a villain so this was a lot of fun. The shoot was today! I did a lot of running and end up, like a villain is used to: sulking and tied up. Yay! Setdays are happy days!
Due to unforseen circumstances, Wordplay at the ABC Treehouse got cancelled for tonight. This means we won’t be performing our scene there tonight but we will perform at Wordplay next month. Stay tuned!
The course is fun and a learning experience so far! Marina is very nice, as well as the other participants.
We did scenes from Bride Flight, Floor Faber and Flikken Maastricht.
I am looking forward to Monday, when Michiel Ten Horn will come by to direct us.
I have seen his short film “Arie” at the Dutch Film Festival last year and that was a truly enjoyable experience. I’m a huge fan of short films and this was a fun one. Aart Staartjes and Eric van Der Donk are in it. I think that anyone who’s watched Klokhuis and the Dutch Sesame Street (every Dutch person out there, I think) will grin enthusiastically at the thought alone.
While I am shivering in the cold at Toomler waiting for the doors to open, another early bird enters the scene.
I tell her a friendly hello but my smile freezes firmly on my face when my eye sets upon her handbag. This because it’s a bit impolite to friendly greet a stranger to then gawk at her with a horrified glare. It confuses people. Besides, I have a good 10 minutes of waiting with her yet to come. I nod, to give my smile some oomph. The bag is no ordinary bag; it’s a fox.
My face is in an extreme conflict.
My smile suggests: “Aw. How very lovely!”
My eyes scream: “Is that my most favorite animal!!!!? Shot!? Skinned, head to toe to be artistically folded in double to create…. a handbag!!!??”
She sits down next to me. The fox doesn’t have those stuffed-fox eyes, but those small beady eyes like on a teddy bear. This gives me a spark of hope. Maybe it’s like those scary fake cats you sometimes come across at a market. I am silent for a bit longer, but cannot resist my curiosity.
“So…”
I clear my throat a little bit, to be able to toss it in there as nonchalant and polite as possible. “Is that a-uhm- a real fox?” -”Yes.” “Awn!” It comes flying out of my mouth before I know it. I make an exaggerated pout, to mellow it down a little, but it’s already too late.
-”Oh no! You are not one of those, are you?” “Oh neu-neu-neu-no. HA HA HA!” -”That’s a relief!”
Somewhere deep inside the true Claartje starts bawling in a very pitiful manner. Violins ascent.
“I’ve left my spray can at home today. HA HA HA.” -”They shoot them anyway when there are too many of them, you know.”
I take another look at the fox..
“I uhm -It’s -It is just my absolute favorite animal. That’s all.”
I stare at my shoes, a bit embarrassed. I don’t believe it’s still socially acceptable to utter the phrase ‘is my absolute favorite animal’ when you are 27 years old. ‘Used to be my absolute favorite animal. Back when I was 7.’ That’s fine. But ‘is my absolute favorite animal’ in present tense? Unacceptable! Still, dear people, THE FOX! IS!!!! MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ANIMAL!! There. That’s refreshing.
-”My daughter thinks it’s so cute!” “Oh, does she?” -”Oh well. I simply love fur.”
We wait in silence till the register opens. I glance at her fur collar and her fur boots every once in a while. She’s PETA’s nightmare.
Oh well. She simply loves fur.
And I’m apparently too polite to be an extreme animal rights activist. Pity. It was such an opportunity!
Sorry, Foxy.