Acting is confidence based. Doubt is useful, but when it comes time to performance, you need confidence, and you need to radiate it. It cannot be a false confidence, something you psych yourself up for. It has to come from preparation, experience, and an innate trust in yourself and the performers around you. After my … Continue reading Work Your Core.
I had been toiling in the background (literally) for a little over a month now. PAs had begun recognizing me and trying to get me more work. They knew that I could do the job and behave like a normal human being during the shot. They trusted that I wouldn’t ham it up for the … Continue reading The First Audition.
After ‘The Sinner’, I basically tried to take any job so that I could learn more how to not be a complete waste of space on set. Every minute that I was being used on camera, I’d be tucked away in every department that would have me. Whether it was wardrobe, set dressing, lighting, photography, … Continue reading Background Behaving Badly.
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)
I always start each morning with an iced coffee, black. If I don’t get it, the day always feels just a bit off. I don’t care about the weather, the occasion, the circumstance, the coffee always needs to be iced, and it always needs to be black. I’ve had good days, bad days, great days, … Continue reading Somewhere Only We Know.