During a recent movie shoot for Heaven’s Prisoners in Louisiana with Alec Baldwin, I had a rather amusing and revealing experience. I was filming a nude scene on the balcony of a beautiful 250-year-old plantation-turned-museum, where my character, drink in hand, steps inside to impress Baldwin’s character.
To keep things professional, the crew cleared the set of men, leaving only essential personnel and replacing others with women, while police kept photographers at bay. At the last moment, I removed my robe, and as I walked, I caught sight of a tour group—about 25 men and women, all around seven years old—staring in shock through the windows. They had come expecting antiques but got an unexpected surprise instead. I could only imagine one of them thinking, “Wow, this is only a $3.50 tour!” It was a moment that left me feeling hilariously cheapened, like a living exhibit of how women in olden times were occasionally nude.
