Whew! it's hard work when you're years between acting jobs. Having seen the "Kevin Simithian" comments from another "no nothing New Jersey movie critic", I dost protest! Having spent an entire Sunday afternoon honing my "Thespitorian" skills as an actor in this magnificent flick, what the H--L do you know! Hot lights, tough location, terrible commissary, I'm still waiting for the residuals, and to boot the trailers sucked, yea the one to promote the movie and the 1959 Winabago (no shower, TV, or hanger-on chick(s), but the stale Ritz crackers were a nice touch!)in the parking lot of one of New Jersey's 698 near bankrupt, "my daddy gave me the money to start a business" Comic Book stores. Silent Bob lend me your long coat to hide beneath, while inside I'll hunker down with my portable DVD player and watch 'Bars and Tone" because Director Steven O'Connell never even gave me a copy of his triumph(no, not the Comic Insult Dog!). Now I sit back in a Howard Hughsian darkened room, grow old, fail to cut what's left of my hair, and watch "Ice Station Zebra" 673,000 times till check-out time at the "actors" old age home.
Footnote: Steven (Stephen) Paul Garsh is a multi-millionaire retired "C" movie actor who will never forget his day on the set of "Rock Bottom". But alas, Stephen regrets that the Director/Producer couldn't spell his name right in the credits, or his compensation of a Tuna Fish sandwich. If the sandwich hadn't been eaten between takes it would have probably bounced anyway. Sorry Charlie.
