Okay, so we fast-forwarded quite a bit. Things got busy, and as therapeutic as it is to write, I didn’t have time in the day to jot down anything worth publishing. We can rewind back to day 33 though, when most of the cast was together and finally rehearsing. I can safely say that I … Continue reading Untitled: Day 33, Puzzles.
“Man plans, and God laughs.” I feel that needs to be in huge neon letters emblazoned on a wall any time you try to run a production. It’s been two weeks since the cast has been set and we did our first table read. Things are moving along and plans have been set in motion. … Continue reading Untitled: Day 16, Magic Hour
Every day that you’re on a production, there’s something called a ‘call sheet’. The call sheet is essentially the schedule for the day, who’s doing what, who is the key contact for each department, and who’s in what scene and where. As an extra, we don’t exist on the call sheet. We’re relegated to a … Continue reading A Real Number.
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.
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)