Last week up here. Extreme cabin fever. Tired. So sick of these people.

I have a tree house, I’m never alone up there.

First day off in three weeks. I’ll stay in and gorge on my favorite blogs, diaries and journals. About 250 of them.

The latest issue of Highlights magazine is out now. Interview by Thodoris Colovos, photos by Christos Sarris.

After a fun day of bombs, fire, guns, smoke, mud and soot.

While on a break from a big battle scene, I gave nature a quick weave.

Bombs and bullets and smoke all day today. Loads of fun. Just like a western.

Also, there’s lots to be said about the comfort of strangers.

The last couple of weeks have been arduous, due to the arrival of 40 noisy actors and extras. Whatever atmosphere had been created on set before that, went out the window. They leave in a couple of days and to hell they can go.

I spend all of my down time in my hotel room, watching Grey Gardens and Dark Shadows. Precious company.

Mary Collins paid a quick visit on the set.

..as well as Meletis, who flew up for a fun weekend. Thank gawd.

Mel and I took a boat ride around the lake and the Byzantine churches there, built in caves.

Local products are very nice.

Trying to ignore the noise that these actors were loading up the set, by using creative avenues.

5am.

As soon as I finish the film, in about 10 days, I’ll be starting rehearsals in Athens for Fool for Love. I miss my daily routine, gym, good food, kitties, friends, but I dread it too.

Towards the end of the day, Mary Collins paid an inevitable visit to the set..

We’d be shooting at a decrepit, old village school, when I stumbled into my favorite childhood book, Josefin by Maria Gripe. I took it.

Goodnight.

Want one?

stray.

Heathcliff?

There is a heart shaped hole in the wall, which was stuffed shut with old shoes and corn cobs.

Meanwhile, feeble attempts at studying, by the crackling fire. People have started to come down for breakfast and for endless chatter, so back to my room I go.

click

As god as my witness. As god as my witness, I’m gonna live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never love again. If I have to lie, cheat, steal or kill, as god as my witness, I’ll never goddamn fall in love the fuck again.

shooting continues, under gruesome conditions. ‘least it’s pretty. very pretty.

I’d forgotten the sound of snow under one’s feet.

a retro nibble.

local snack.

a pious brew.

..and as usual, ending alone in my room with Victoria Winters.

Hey birdy bird.

This actress arrived and immediately they went after her with the scissors.

8am, in a dark, misty forest, to shoot the scenes where they chase me, catch up on me and beat me to a pulp. One glove with me, the other was lost a long time ago. It’s all I’ve got though. I buried it there and left it behind.