The very word "Metamorphosis" reminds me of the time I auditioned for a part in Cronenberg's masterpiece "The Fly", starring Barry Manilow and some chick with tiny tits whose name I can't remember.
It was a remake of the classic original, where a lunatic scientist turns into a fly when he forgets to close the door properly in some sort of pod.
Anyway, the advert in Variety said "Actor wanted - must be able to change into a fly".
Well, I thought, how difficult can that be? Yoou just buzz about a bit and spew yellow shit onto food. No problem for a real thespian.
I got into character by watching flies in our kitchen - there were quite a few, cos my wife isn't the best housewife in the world and there'salways bits of old pizza lying around. The little fuckers are quite interesting. Crawling here, flying there, talking to each other in fly language.
So anyway, I turned up for the screen test with a pair of wings strapped to my back and a mouthful of custard. As soon as I was called through, I puffed out my cheeks and vomited the custard all over the key grip's lap. Fuck me! You should have heard him scream!
So I figured "Yep! That's the clincher. No competition. I get the part."
But the producer had different ideas. He had me thrown off the lot for being "a degenerate moron". His exact words. I kid you not.
Fuck it. The film did quite well, but in my humble opinion, the Kafkaesque synergy was missing.
And anyway, Barry Manilow isn't a patch on Boris Karloff when it comes to horror.
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