When actors are assembled before an audition, it’s a good bet a number of people are there for the same part. The impulse, of course, is to scope out the others, see if you know them, or maybe recognize them, or just get a sense of who else is in the room. It’s nearly impossible not to do… but it serves no purpose.
I’ve seen actors listen at the door, trying to pick up notes from other auditions, or boast about how they know the producers and the rest of us should go home. The intention is clear: to gain an advantage. But in truth you’re probably doing just the opposite. Read more…
A friend of mine booked a pilot this season, and the show was picked up. As a good self-promoting actor, he forwarded a trailer for the show. When I watched it, I thought, “Hey that’s terrific, I’m so happy for you… you fucking bastard.”
I know I’m not the only one who feels professional envy. Another friend once told me she can’t look at the trades because it made her sick to her stomach to read about other people getting deals. Ouch. But I get it, we all do. Read more…
(Guest Blog for IDProject)
I’m taking a page from my friend and fellow IDP
blogger Jon Rubinstein
, who has a knack for seeing Buddhist linings in unlikely places, whether it be in a video for “Shots! Shots! Shots!
” or in an appearance by Chris Brown on “Good Morning America.
” For days I’ve had the Mötley Crüe power chord extravaganza “Same Ol’ Situation
” buzzing in my ears, and somewhere during the umpteenth listening while prowling the streets of Manhattan it finally dawned on me why. (Repetition, like rain, will eventually clear the air. Or make things muggy.)
Personal feelings about Tommy, Nikki, Vince and Mick aside, these guys are just singing about samsara, the endless wheel of suffering, plain and simple. Take away the scantily clad back-up singers and the misogynistic lyrics and you’ve got a band wailing away about how suffering never ceases, no matter how many trips around the world they take. Wherever, whenever, it’s the same ol’ situation, it’s the same ol’ ball and chain. Read more…