There is certain rhythm that you fall into once you do enough work. The cycle of audition, rejection, audition, then (hopefully) small success. Rinse and repeat. I was obviously over the moon about this job, but I knew in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t amount to much. But to me, it was everything. … Continue reading Mouse Work.
So, it’s December. Glad to see everyone is still around, I hope you’ve been fighting the good fight, staying well, and trying to do some good. Sorry I haven’t been in touch or up-to-date on this in the past few months because, well it’s been crazy. But since December is always a bit slow, and … Continue reading The Year of the Big Bet.
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.
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.
That email stunned me. It was March now. I’d been at this for three months. After my first disaster audition I was trying to rebuild my confidence. I got it, my first booking, my first principal role. I can’t put into words how I felt. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, I wanted … Continue reading Principles and Principals.
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.
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)