There’s a terrible amount of excitement around Day 1’s. Everyone gets their marching orders, everyone gets a taste of what could be, and then we’re off. But, the fact of the matter is that production is a slog. Albert had taken care of a lot of the pre-production stuff and that’s been a godsend, but … Continue reading Untitled: Day 9, Game of Inches
I guess the title is a bit of a lie. We’ve technically been working at this since October. That makes it closer to something like Day 200. But today is Day 1 in my book. Something like twenty-two drafts later there’s 51 pages worth of script ready to shoot. Each role is cast, the bones … Continue reading Untitled: Day 1
I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been writing these now, but it’s been a while. I’ve spent so much time at coffee shops now that it seems if the very fibers of my clothes are infused with the smell of coffee. It’s not a bad thing per say, but it really informs you of … Continue reading Thirty Two.
They say to write what you know. The only thing that I knew for sure from this entire venture was failure. So that’s what I wrote about. I’ve write. As a reader of this blog you know this. But this would be the first time that I would ever write a screenplay. Formatting is important. … Continue reading Final Draft.
I literally never cared about unions until I started acting. The way that I saw it, if you were good at your job, your boss would keep you around. Meritocracy makes sense to me. After working a week as a non-union extra, I vowed to never cross a picket line. Being an extra is the … Continue reading The Eerie Similarities of Pre-Med and Extra Work.
So, I started off as an extra, as I previously detailed, the shittiest job on the shittiest tier of any production. Personally, I don’t mind being the biggest dumbass when I walk into a room, it only means I have the most to learn. If I remain the biggest dumbass in the room, then that’s … Continue reading Props That Eat.
“I’m shit.” “I’m the shit.” It’s ridiculous how one word can make such a difference in a phrase. For the past year, my existence has pretty much been encapsulated by the first one. The one thing that I’m oddly thankful for is that my parents were never really the effusive type. I think the only … Continue reading Shit. (And Reflections on Other Motivating Words)