When Israeli producers came to America to audition Jewish men to star in "Nice Jewish Boy," their upcoming Bachelor-type reality show, I decided to throw my hat in the ring. After all, who better than me -- a commitment-phobic, ardently secular, anxious, heavily medicated, pale glass of short Jewish water -- to represent the American way?
This could be a chance for me to make a real difference in Israeli-American relations. I began to fantasize about my very own harem of glistening Israeli chicks in sweaty army fatigues, and all that we could do to and for one another in the name of world diplomacy. I'd learn invaluable lessons that only these gorgeous Israelis could teach me: how to shoot an Uzi, how to chain smoke and how to have zero respect for someone's personal space. I, on the other hand, would pass on such valuable American skills as: driving a block away to Starbucks to spend $3 on a cup of coffee, how to say the words "excuse me" and, most importantly, how to apply underarm deodorant.
So, after my initial inquiry and some e-mail exchanges with the producer, I received a phone call from the show's production coordinator in Israel at 6 a.m. No. You heard that right. Six. In the morning.
Peter Sollett's ebullient romantic comedy, "Raising Victor Vargas," about Hispanic teens in the East Village, began as a short film about, well, himself.