The film crew (and cast) is a motley mix: We’ve got a Sicilian, a Japanese, a Soviet Georgian, an Arab-American, two African-Americans, a Chinese-American, two caucasians and me, a Korean-American. We’ve got straights, a gay guy and a lesbian. If a nuclear bomb blast destroyed everything except our crew we could essentially repopulate the Earth with all major groups represented.

All of the action takes place on a rooftop in Brooklyn. The building is almost completely empty; the Sicilian has just moved into the ground floor apartment, which is as-yet-unfurnished. The bare apartment serves as our staging area. Privacy seems like a non-issue so I’m free to change outfits in the living room. Wouldn’t be the first time a girl has seen me in boxers! (I’m totally lying, yes it would)

The two principals (me and the Japanese girl) take up much of the screen time. But today most of my rehearsal consists of choreographed, light martial arts sparring with my male counterpart. The attempted kiss scene between me and the female principal is left alone until shooting.

Wendy finally observes some shortcomings in my “acting.”