Neil Gaiman's Journal: A Letter from a Scared Actress
When the story about this wretched film Innocence of Muslims first broke, I wondered how anyone had managed to get together enough people who were nuts enough to participate in making such dreck and yet sane enough to run cameras, learn lines of dialogue, build sets, refrain from drooling, and all the other things that go into even the lowest-budget Grade Z film. I played leading roles in the no-budget amateur films Mega Rat and Dick's Last Shoot, so I know firsthand that making even the worst film takes at least enough brain cells that I would expect someone to be immune to such crude bigotry.
Thanks to Neil Gaiman relaying the story of actress Anna Gurji, we now know what happened: the cast and crew made a different movie, which was then dubbed. It's quite a story.