We have many incredibly cool cameos in this movie--ranging from a very famous porn star to a very famous athlete, and many others in between--that I won't give away, but we had one today I am going to write about, because it's big enough to be interesting, but not so big that talking about it will give anything huge away.
He was only in one scene (that he killed it in) and was only here for a day, but Edward Hibbert was an absolute joy to work with. You probably know him as "Gil Chesterton," the flamboyant food critic from Frasier. He is another example of an awesome character actor who doesn't get enough credit, like what I talked about with Meagan Fey. I won't talk about his role in the film at all, instead I want to talk about something incredibly interesting about him:
He is Chuck Palahniuk's book agent.
I'm not joking at all. He is not only a very accomplished actor in movies and on Broadway, but he represents several very successful book authors.
This is so fucking weird. I have talked about this many, many times before, but I basically credit two books with starting me on the road to becoming a professional writer, and Fight Club is one of them. Today, I found myself producing a movie, I wrote, about a book I wrote, inspired by a book that was very much brought to the world by...a guy acting in my movie.
One of the benefits of being a narcissist is that I live in my own world and don't really worry what others think. This frees me from so many of the encumbrances that bog down other people. But one of the detriments of this is that I don't have many heroes. Not caring about what other people think cuts both ways.
But there are some people whose opinions I respect so much that I do care. I'd be a liar if I said that Chuck Palahniuk wasn't one of them. So, of course it was really gratifying that the man who discovered one of my heroes and still represents him liked the script enough to take a small part in the movie. But then to hear today, from Edward, that Chuck had read my stuff and really liked it--that was pretty fucking cool.
I don't give myself a lot of time to stop and appreciate what I've done, but hearing that one of my heroes, one of the men who inspired me to become a writer, likes my writing...I took a second to savor that.
Just a second though.
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