In 1991, my friend Jamie, who was also a video producer, asked me to write a humorous script for an industrial video with an environmental bent. So I came up with this idea of a lame superhero named Enviroman – not really a superhero as much as a nutjob who fancied himself a superhero. When I acted out the idea for Jamie he suggested that I play the character myself. (I assumed it was meant as a compliment so I agreed to do it.)The client loved the idea and we went ahead with preproduction. We had pictured his costume as something out of a laundry hamper – long underwear, a towel for a cape and so on – but the client had other ideas. They wanted this character to be an on-going proposition – a mascot or something like that – with a “real” superhero suit. So off I went to our local professional theater company to have a custom-made costume created. Never have I been so thoroughly measured for a garment.
A few days before we were to start shooting, a higher-up in the company read the script, freaked out because it was funny and shut the whole thing down.
And I ended up with the suit. After all, it didn’t fit anyone but me.