I try to exercise and exercise self control. But when something is called "Black bottom cheesecake brownie cupcake" and there are bits of brownie on that mountain of cream-cheese frosting...
I'm just sayin'.
First, get a library card. You're going to have a LOT of free time on your hands. Trust me. Those free movie rentals (at most libraries) will save your life.
Second, audition for everything - student films, commercials, random foreign TV shows that no one you know will every possibly in a million years see on some obscure cable channel that is only available in 4 zip codes and never ever let you live down once they have seen the depths to which you have stooped.
Third, try to interact with celebrities in any way possible. Walk past them in coffe shops, compliment them on recent awards won when you're volunteering at special events in Beverly Hills, apply for jobs in their ultra-hip trendy niche shops.
Fourth, develop a fascination for people watching. The crazies on the beach who think they can get away with that little clothing, but they really can't (Not that anybody can, but it's a definite negative for those folks.). The hopeless, yet adorable library volunteers who dress like old people, but not because they're old, and not in an I-meant-to-do-this-because-it's-vintage way. The people walking along Santa Monica Blvd, or Sunset Blvd, or Hollywood Blvd (just pick a Blvd) who are trying WAY too hard. The girl who thinks it's a good idea to wear
Lastly, get snacks. Lots of snacks. Share them, even. In fact, bring some my way.
LA's been a little rough on me. Luckily I had some good drugs left over from when I broke my arm.
So, it looks like I'm going to be on this show: Jose Luis Sin Cesura! (Jose Luis uncensored)
He's the Hispanic Jerry Springer. I'm going to be a shady immigration lawyer.
I know, I know. Part of me is thinking, "Really Greg? You're stooping to that?" But another part of me is laughing too hard to listen to that first part of me. How funny is that going to be? Plus, they're paying me.
Dueling Banjo Pigs is a blog I follow.
I know, I know. But I find it more than mildly amusing. As you may notice on the sidebar of the blog, a gallery in Provo, UT is displaying some of the original artwork. I don't know about you, but I think this would be one of the coolest things to visit in Utah right about now. I'm sad that I'll most likely have to miss it. Please enjoy it for me.
So here's the question:
Where do you draw the line of "appropriate" in your acting career?
Is it at the content of a particular project? Is it in the actions of a given character?
I believe it's mostly a case by case basis.
I had an audition today for a student film. The character I auditioned for is basically me. He acts and reacts the same way I would in the situation presented. It's just that the situation is a bit...colorful. And it's not even "Well then he shouldn't have gotten himself into the situation."...
Let me explain. He goes to pick up his date (first date) at her grandparent's house where she lives. She runs into the other room to finish getting ready and he has a convo with the grandparents - who basically encourage him to have his way with their granddaughter. It's all very lighthearted and fun, but it's just kind of awkward, no?
So again, where do you draw the line?
Phin is back again! (Where I come from, that rhymes.)
It's true. We've worked out our differences. It wasn't easy. There was some give and take. There was compromising. We both had to be willing to sacrifice certain things, but in the end we made it through. A little wiser, a little more cautious, a little lighter in the wallet, but none the worse for wear.
I'm always a little confused when a food description says "plump, juicy raisins." I mean, doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of a raisin?
Maybe it's just me, but I'd call that a grape.