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26 Jun 2010

Kissing Boxes

There comes a time ( or even a few times) in your life where you stop and ask yourself what the hell am I doing?

Yesterday I had a request casting for a conceptual film. They said that my character had a kind of Milla Jollovich feel about her. There is no dialogue in the film and the actors have to communicate with just their eyes and body language. Tough ask.

I really can’t wait to see the finished product. I think it is going to be awesome.

At castings we often get asked to do some strange things. I would love to see the casting reels .. we must all look like lunatics.

Back to this one. I had to do several scenes but only one with another actor. The scene is a pretty, cute, Hollywood beginning: my character falls madly in love with a guy … who has a TV for a head.

This is where the fun starts.

The guy I was casting with was given a box to put over his head. It looked like one of those boxes you would use to carry about a few wine bottles. For future reference those fit peoples heads quite well.

I had to walk up to him, it was love at first sight ( screen?) and he would take me in his arms, we would kiss passionately and my foot would pop.

The camera rolled.

I started walking towards him and only then did I notice that they had taped a picture of Milla Jovovich ( hardest surname to google in the world) to the front of the box.

This was round about where I had the moment.

I stepped outside my body, looked down at myself about to smooch the face off of a wine box doing it’s best impression of Milla and I went … What the hell am I doing?

Of course I did it and hands down one of the best castings ever. I mean life is just not as cool if you can’t say you’ve kissed a cardboard box

A pretty smart guy told me that every good job has several of those what am I doing moments and apparently it’s a good sign.

So here’s to many more
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24 Feb 2010

Average Girl : Audition

Got up far too early, arrived at shops and even they were not awake yet.

Realized on way home that my number plate had fallen off (Toyota not doing well this year) … after hunting around the southern suburbs I finally found it. A taxi driver asked me if it was my number plate? I replied, ” No, I pick these things up all the time for fun.” The gaping hole where my number plate used to sit, could also have been a clue.

Day was fairly normal. I did some work…. the parrot bit me and we lost embarrassingly in the cricket against India.

I went to an audition in the evening. Was secretly hoping everyone else had forgotten… no such luck. Thought about shutting the gate and putting up a sign with “Audition cancelled” scrawled across it, but thought this would be unfair, so I didn’t.
I also didn’t have a pen.

Audition went well. There was a super keen candidate who kept proving that she had the ability to memorize three lines. She stated to a bunch of professional actresses that she always loses her voice for important things… like school plays.

Lost my keys (in the abyss that is the female handbag). Had to dump entire contents of bag on floor and watch three tampons race for dear life, to nowhere in particular, in opposite directions.
There were boys… I blushed.
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27 Jan 2010

Average Girl: Casting #59: Mexican Wave

Headed off to a callback .

When I say I was the only actress there, I am not lying. Standing shoulder-level with some of Cape Towns most stunning, stick-thin imports ( Dutch, Spanish, Brazillian) who are all complaining about how overweight they are.

Inside the studio I was asked to perform a mexican wave, with a tray full of things ( wooden blocks, a highlighter, a water bottle) in my hand. Now call me dim, but I didn’t see how throwing a tray of stuff up above my head was smart on any level.

So the Casting Director said action and I threw the tray up and outwards. Away from me.

“No, no , no,” said the casting director. “Is that how you do a Mexican Wave ? Throw your hands upwards”.

“And hold onto the tray?” I asked.

“No,” he replied sounding frustrated. “Just let go of it.”

“It won’t hit you,” chipped in the Director who had been sitting on a couch rather quietly.

It’s horrible investing in a brain in these situations, because you know what you’re about to do is not smart.

But you do want the job. So you foolishly believe them because you reason that they’ve seen about 20 do this girls already, so they must be right.

What you fail to remember is that super skinny girls have less surface area.

So up went the tray, off went the things and of course one of the heavy wooden blocks hit me square in the middle of my head. Ouch!

Grabbed my head and winced … not quite the happy,carefree facial expression they were after.

Both Casting Director and Director had the grace to laugh
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