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Maxim
Battlestar Galactica's Grace Park is the hottest celestial body
this side of the Crab Nebula How does the SciFi Channel's update of Galactica differ from the '70s original? The direction the show is taking is very dark. We're going into serious drama. It's not the campy Battlestar Galactica it used to be.
You play Lt. Sharon "Boomer" Valerii, a Cylon on the earthling side of a war against her own kind. How does she fit into the dramatics? My character is at the heart of a lot of this battle because she is conflicted with her true nature, which is a Cylon. I would love for her to accept who she really is and either hate it or love it, but move through it.
Now the crucial query: Do Cylons get it on? I had to do this one sex scene for Battlestar that wasn't a bedroom scene. It was outside in a forest under a lightning and thunder shower. I was like, "So you want some crazy forest sex? OK, I gotcha." In the end they had to totally edit it down and take out all my moaning.
Any other X-rated bloopers? Yeah, one of the wardrobe ladies offered me this neoprene little patch before the scene. We told her we were already sitting on a blanket and didn't need it. We do the whole scene and both suddenly realize, We were supposed to use the pad in between us. Ha-ha!
So that performance was quite realistic. I know. I remember thinking, Oh, my God! I am totally making out with this guy and completely grinding him! What the hell's going on? And that thought just completely pulled me out of the scene into the action.
Was he into it? He might have done a Something About Mary afterward, but I recommend every guy who's going to do a love scene with a girl do that first.
OK, enough about alien sex. How should men on Earth interface with women? They shouldn't play grab-ass, that's for sure.
We didn't do anything! It was in Vegas on New Year's on the strip. It's packed with 2,000 people on the street. Someone grabbed my ass, and I whipped around and there were 10 people. I picked one guy and I fuckin' reamed him! I scared the shit out of this guy. It was the wrong guy but I didn't care...
Supposing we resist the urge to grab your ass long enough to get a date- what kind of an evening could we expect? The craziest thing I did on a date was probably cutting through the lobby of the Wickaninnish Inn buck naked except for a yellow rain jacket and rubber boots, stripping down, and jumping into the ocean right in front of the hotel. Mind you, it was October and we were in Canada. Not only was it freezing; it was night and we couldn't see our clothes. So guess what we had to do?
Let's see. Bitter cold, no clothes, Canada. Nude hockey night, it is!
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