Fuck
You, Mother Well, Kwame's email
address and phone number |
| Kwame
Boehene has a friend who talks to his mother with the foulest mouth Kwame
has ever heard. He was so shocked by the young man's behavior, he wrote
a short script demonstrating the appalling oratory. When Kwame offered me
the part of Helen, the mother and object of her son's awful conduct, just
noting the title was enough to make me jump at
the opportunity.
This was fun! And I
give the final dig in the dialogue. How very satisfying. |
![]() First shot being set up. My son, Nick Mavrakis, waiting in the shadows. |
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I turn away from my ill-bred son who rudely gestures to punctuate his feelings towards me. Cameraman Sean Moller and Soundman Griffin Lamfors hover professionally. |