Hier der Brief von Claudia aus der aktuellen Ausgabe des SFX-Magazins:
I was on location. It was Friday. I was going away for the weekend and the wrap party was the following night. B unit would keep filming on Monday and Tuesday of the next week and for the first time that I could remember, I would not be filming my last scene of the season with Ben on the last day.
I was sitting in the make-up chair about to film my last scene for the season when I received a phone-call. It turned out that that would be my last scene ever. People came into the bus talking about the news. It was then announced by Andrew Prowse at lunch time.
The minute I saw Brian Henson I burst into tears. Farscape was his child. He had been up all night desperately trying to save it. And he had been let down.
We hugged. We ate roast chicken. Two servings, knowing that it would be our last free meal until the next job. I spent most of my time talking to Ben on the phone, who for once in his life had the day off.
I did two takes of a documentary scene for Ep 17. Aeryn had to make a tuna sandwich. I sat there numbly trying to remember my lines, and then Andrew Prowse came into the kitchen and said something like "Claudia Black, that was your last ever scene on Farscape". Brian thanked me for doing such a great job with the character and for all my work and I blubbered into his T-shirt. Ricky Manning and Lil Taylor were there too and gave me a hug. And a bottle of red wine. I asked them to sign it. I wonder where that bottle is now.....
I had been scheduled to finish early so that I could make ie to a snowboarding trip I had organised months before. So I had to rush out of make-up and wardrobe and beat the afternoon traffic to the snow. I rang my mum in London, my dad and my buddies to tell them before it hit the press and most importantly my agent.
So many emotions kept cycling through me all afternoon, all weekend, for the last fortnight. The numbness has receded now. The shock is kicking in.
I was on my butt on the ski slopes. So I missed the wrap party. My boyfriend's idea of a lesson was to take me on a black diamond run in the middle of a hail storm and say, "Go!"
Ski patrol had to escort me to another lift to get me down the mountain. No, that wasn't humiliating, not at all.
Unemployed and barred from grown-up runs. Down to "Friday flats" for me trying to get air with the three year olds in "wombat world" So that is how I celebrated/commiserated that weekend: on my bum. Then Ben and I had a drink on Tuesday night and I got plastered. That seemed quite an appropriate thing to do. Plastered and wearing roller skates.
We have always made the show as good as it could be, each day, for our own creative satisfaction, but most importantly to entertain, to entertain our fans. That's who we've been making it for. I am very sad that we did not get the chance to finish it properly. On our terms. And now we have to move on. Thank you to SFX for spoiling us with your coverage of the show and for your genuine enthusiasm. Thank you to the fans who helped keep the show going for four years. Such a small percentage of shows make it that far. You should all be proud. I pray there will be work out there which grabs me. Aeryn Sun will be an almost impossible act to follow.
With love and affection,
"I'm not the pwintheth you theek but we could thtill have a really good time."