syredronning

[during the shoot of "Devil's Rain"]
A photographer from Playboy was on the set shooting pictures. Apparently this actress was to be featured in the magazine and the producer thought this would be good publicity for the movie.

[Why I didn't object, I don't know.] In this scene my hands and feet were bound to the altar. As the photographer started shooting, this actress softly laid her hand on my arm and then on my chest and then on my stomach and then on my . . .

Click. Wait a second! It suddenly occurred to me, Playboy! I realized exactly what they were doing. "Untie me!" I screamed. [I went after the photographer.] We struggled. It was an unusually absurd moment. I was grappling with a photographer who had taken partially nude pictures of me bring groped by an almost-naked starlet while being sacrificed by Ernest Borgnine as the founder of the Church of Satan looked on dispassionately.

Ah, show business.

I finally managed to yank out that roll of film out of his camera and expose it.

/WHAT A PITY *G*