Exit Interview: Rebecca Creskoff

Cheltenham’s Hung star gets Desperate

EI: Before Hung, you played a lot of maternal roles. Were you wearing mom jeans on auditions?

 

RC: Nope. I’ve always been tall, and for some reason I had a mom energy. I was 24 in a commercial for Joy dishwashing detergent and my kid was 11. When I was 33, I played the mother of 15-year-olds, all of whom were in their mid-20s. [laughs] So it was really confusing.




EI:Was it difficult to tell your family you landed a great part — on a show about a male prostitute with a huge penis?

RC:That wasn’t a big deal. I loved the script, and I remember telling my parents about it. My mom said, “It’s a pimp. You’re auditioning for a pimp.” I was like, “Oh. Yes! It’s a pimp!” The hard part was the nudity.

EI:How did you prepare for those sex scenes?

RC: It was probably the biggest challenge of my life. I couldn’t be less like this character. I’m not confident like she is. I worked out a lot. I don’t know if this is fit for Philly Mag, but in yoga pants and a jog bra [laughs], I did the positions with my two best friends in front of a mirror. In fact, one of them played my daughter on a sitcom. [laughs] It sounds creepy that she was my daughter. She’s 29. She laid on the ground and I mounted her. My other friend was like, “That looks good. Stay in just that position.” I just wanted to see how awful it looked. Because you don’t see yourself in those positions. I mean, I hadn’t. I suppose some people do. [laughs]

EI: What’s your role on Desperate Housewives?

RC: Teri Hatcher’s character has moved into this semi-seedy apartment complex. It turns out the women that live in this place — this sounds so twisted — they clean their apartments in lingerie online, for people to watch. My character got the most hits for her cleaning routine. So Teri steals my routine and I steal her routine and in classic Desperate Housewives fashion, we have a good catfight. In said lingerie.

EI: You will never get back on the Disney Channel.

RC: No. My God, the Jonas Brothers can’t even look at me. I bumped into them, actually. They were sweet, but it was painful for them to have the conversation. They were so polite. I felt bad for them.

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