I’ve gotten fairly used to getting my ass kicked. There’s this feeling of inadequacy that I have because I started late, because I don’t have the perfect pedigree, because I’m starting with less than ideal circumstances. I know I’m not the most talented guy in the room, I’m not the smartest guy in the room, … Continue reading Split Screen Sadness.
One of the most frustrating things as an Asian male is looking at the castings that are out there. If I’m lucky, I see one once a week. I see a lot of ‘all ethnicities’ castings, but who knows what they’re actually looking for. As an actor, you’re all the way at the end of … Continue reading Blinking Cursor.
“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
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
For one reason or another, I’ve spent at least two days a week in Chinatown for the past three weeks. I didn’t try to make this happen, it was just happenstance. Chinatown is probably the neighborhood of Manhattan that I’ve been to the least. Looking back, I wonder if I did that unconsciously. Chinatown is … Continue reading An American in Chinatown.
It’s always a bit weird going to work nowadays. I never know where I’m going to end up when I step through the threshold. About 70% of the time I end up at some iconic New York location, the other 30% of the time I’m in a set dressed to be in Paris, Tokyo, or … Continue reading Lost in Japan.
I was late. I hate being late to a date. For some reason this only happens when I’m seeing something at Lincoln Center. Mind you, I wasn’t late by any stretch of time, maybe three minutes or so after she arrived (what, you try getting from the east side to the west side during rush … Continue reading Case In Pointe.