nights ago, on the eve of my first casting session as director ever,
I was awakened at 1:40 AM by Paul McCartney singing "Let it
Be." At top volume. I was stunned, but too cold to
contemplate action, so I waited. When the song ended, there was a
brief moment of silence, then it started again. I toughed it out,
only to have the same song play a third time. I was sure that at
least one of the regular tenants would take action at this point,
so I braced myself for the inevitable cranky holler. After the
fourth time the song was cued up, I was ready to throw caution to
the winds and confront the psycho myself, but that proved to be
the last. Silence prevailed again and I returned to sleep. Was
this some kind of Thursday night religious ritual or just another
misguided stoner episode? I guess I'll never know.
has been exhausting, but rewarding. Without prematurely naming any
specific actors, I have found a potential Morning, a Jessica, a
Coach Thompson, a Winston and a Victor. Because Texas has no
equivalent to L.A. or New York City (cities with a multitude of
regular and predictable film, television and theater projects),
most actors here will travel to near and far cities for auditions
and offer their services as local hires wherever they find work.
This presents a greater talent pool than I could expect if we were
limited to San Antonio actors.
of the oddest revelations I have had is how little so many actors
resemble their head shots. And it's not just a question of them
being out of date. At one point yesterday, Susan, our Casting
Director, took a head shot out to the waiting room to see if the
actor in question had arrived. She returned saying that she must
be late since no one there bore even the slightest resemblance.
She eventually discovered that the actor had been there all along,
looking eerily different from her photograph.
lesson? Flattery will get you nowhere.
- Joseph Pierson
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