Goth_Chick
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This vid I am going to talk about now, TICKLE RED RIDING HOOD was actually my sixth (get serious! you didn't think I was going to talk about each one individually did you?). I was approving my scripts by this time and this was my last video before renegotiating my contract.
I played Red Riding Hood wearing a shoulder length blonde wig, red miniskirt, white button-down blouse and of course a red riding cloak and ruby red shoes. The Big Bad Wolf was played by a girl who was a professional mime. She wore a skintight bodysuit that had hair glued onto it. The wolf mask she wore was not one of those cheapies from a novelty store, it was a $210 custom job from a theatrical mask maker.
The plot has me skipping happily through the woods with a basket over my arm. Finally I pause and take my shoes off and continue the walk to Grandma's house barefoot. If I remember right there was a 30 second close shot of my feet as I walked along the dirt road. (We shot this near Big Bass Lake in New Jersey which is still largely a rural area if anyone wants to know.)
Grandma's House, or the exterior of it, was done at a vacation lodge which we really had no permission to film at so we shot the scene of me arriving at the house very quickly. The interior was a set done at a studio in Newark that usually does XXX movies.
The Wolf surprises me at the door and pulls me inside. Next you see me tied to Grandma's bed and the wolf starts to tickle my feet with a feather. The idea is the woilf is going to tickle Red to death; once she has laughed herself to death she will be more tender and easy to eat. (I wonder what a psychology student would make of this?) Well anyway, I had my feet tickled for 15 minute intervals and we had a code word that I was to use if it ever got too intense for me to take. The girl playing the wolf used that feather (a red one, had to keep the theme going you know) very well. When she slid it between my toes and around my ankles I nearly lost it more than once; and when she dragged it slowly down my instep . . .I screamed in ticklish agony.
To give the people their money's worth there was an unbroken 15 minute shot of my feet being teased and tortured first with the soft part of the feather and then with the hard stem. Finally the door of the house bursts open and there is Grandma with a hunter (where did they come from?). The hunter shoots the wolf (who dies offscreen, this is a fairy tale remember) and unties me and then me, grandma and the hunter all hug. Fade out, roll credits.
When we took our breaks to give me a rest from the tickling I was offered something to drink but I had learned the hard way not to drink anything because you might lose control of your . . .er . . .bodily functions when you are laughing uncontrollably.
So why hasn't anyone asked me about my friend Clare who got me into the business? Do you want to know if we ever worked together? How about what led up to my wanted to renegotiate my contract? There is lots more to tell but what do you want to hear?
I played Red Riding Hood wearing a shoulder length blonde wig, red miniskirt, white button-down blouse and of course a red riding cloak and ruby red shoes. The Big Bad Wolf was played by a girl who was a professional mime. She wore a skintight bodysuit that had hair glued onto it. The wolf mask she wore was not one of those cheapies from a novelty store, it was a $210 custom job from a theatrical mask maker.
The plot has me skipping happily through the woods with a basket over my arm. Finally I pause and take my shoes off and continue the walk to Grandma's house barefoot. If I remember right there was a 30 second close shot of my feet as I walked along the dirt road. (We shot this near Big Bass Lake in New Jersey which is still largely a rural area if anyone wants to know.)
Grandma's House, or the exterior of it, was done at a vacation lodge which we really had no permission to film at so we shot the scene of me arriving at the house very quickly. The interior was a set done at a studio in Newark that usually does XXX movies.
The Wolf surprises me at the door and pulls me inside. Next you see me tied to Grandma's bed and the wolf starts to tickle my feet with a feather. The idea is the woilf is going to tickle Red to death; once she has laughed herself to death she will be more tender and easy to eat. (I wonder what a psychology student would make of this?) Well anyway, I had my feet tickled for 15 minute intervals and we had a code word that I was to use if it ever got too intense for me to take. The girl playing the wolf used that feather (a red one, had to keep the theme going you know) very well. When she slid it between my toes and around my ankles I nearly lost it more than once; and when she dragged it slowly down my instep . . .I screamed in ticklish agony.
To give the people their money's worth there was an unbroken 15 minute shot of my feet being teased and tortured first with the soft part of the feather and then with the hard stem. Finally the door of the house bursts open and there is Grandma with a hunter (where did they come from?). The hunter shoots the wolf (who dies offscreen, this is a fairy tale remember) and unties me and then me, grandma and the hunter all hug. Fade out, roll credits.
When we took our breaks to give me a rest from the tickling I was offered something to drink but I had learned the hard way not to drink anything because you might lose control of your . . .er . . .bodily functions when you are laughing uncontrollably.
So why hasn't anyone asked me about my friend Clare who got me into the business? Do you want to know if we ever worked together? How about what led up to my wanted to renegotiate my contract? There is lots more to tell but what do you want to hear?
