matt damon as a child

i was 8 year old matt damon, i was working on my first film and i was killing it. marlee matlin was there as a reporter (except she was also helen reddy) and she was asking me questions through her translator for her weekly article in the Times. all of my answers reflected a deep understanding of film making and a seemingly boundless (yet focused) enthusiasm for the project. the studio heads were watching me from a distance and beaming klieg lights of satisfaction. dollar signs floated above thier heads like helium balloons. as i spoke i became mildly aware that several of my adult costars seemed to be growing morose. marlee/helen was smiling widely and trying to lasso a few comments from them but every one demurred and wandered further away from where i was being interviewed. i kept asking everyone when we were starting the next scene. the crew guys kept making eye contact with each other and patting my head as they passed. pretty soon i felt done with the interview and excused myself. i kept trying to figure out why the rest of the day didn't seem fun anymore.