I love Joy Nash. Seriously. I mean, maybe it’s because we have the same body type, or maybe it’s because she reminds me of what I once wanted to do — act in, write, and produce films of my own. Maybe she reminds me of WHY I didn’t go into the film industry — because I was constantly told that I was *too tall* to act, *too fat* to act, and would never gain any ground in the industry.
Well, there you have it. Guess all those theatre academies and praise from improv instructors doesn’t matter for squat.
But mostly, I think it’s because Joy is an unafraid artistic genius. And fear, as all artists know — mostly fear of rejection, or misunderstanding, or mockery — can drive artistry into a deep, dark little hole where you engage in it only privately, and fear displaying your art publicly. Joy is unafraid. And because of that, I reserve the highest praise I can give to her.
At any rate, here are Joy’s films. She’s so wonderful. As I commented on her latest, they really should be required watching in the body image section of middle-school health classes.
A Fat Rant.
Fat Rant 2: Confessions of the Compulsive