Yes, I was once in a movie. A grade "A" flick. If this was "A Christmas Story," it would have gotten an A++++++. The movie was Diary Of a Mad Black Woman, a peice of schlock written and produced by Tyler Perry, the playwright who is still cashing in on his play-to-the-lowest-common-denominator, stereotype-laden character Madea, a fat black grandmother who has her nose in everyone's business.

But, luckily, I was on hand to save the day for this picture. Notice the amazing acting in these screen shots. You don't see much, but what you see is money. When you only get 10 collective seconds of screen time (and none of it in focus) you make it count, brother. Click on the pictures to see the full size.

This ballroom scene was not the only one we filmed, but the short sighted editors cut me out of the other stuff. I was probably making the big dollar talent look bad, you know how I do. We sat in this banquet hall for, no kidding, about six hours. I wanted to be one of the dancers (whom I don't show) but the girl I was with wouldn't have it (She's sitting beside me in the gold dress) -- and she probably made the right decision. We were tired and I'm not a great dancer anyway. Before this scene, she and I and one other couple sat in a limo for 2-3 hours as several luxury cars pulled up to let the VIPs get out as the camera's rolled. Well, our car never actually made it to the red carpet. They kept calling cut everytime I was about to get out of the car. Not a bad way to get some money though...we just sat and talked in a cushy limo for 120 solid minutes. All told, the shoot went from 8pm Sat. night to 10am Sun. morning.