SECOND IN A THREE-PART SERIES: Today we are the fly on a wall, hearing what a director (possibly me) says when the doors are closed.
John "Director" Doe: (speaking to a rookie stage manager) When they walk in the door, I just want four things from an actor during an audition: Sincerity, Brevity, Timing, and 'It'. Bribery would be nice but the precedent has not been set. I'd take a 'free fries' from McDonald's Monopoly just on principle!
Right! Anyway, Sincerity. Feel it and live it so I feel it and live it. Doesn't matter what period the script is from, and it doesn't matter what training and experience you've had. Show me your spin on the character or script. Do you 'get it' or do you read it? Example: An exclamation point doesn't dictate raising your voice, it dictates raising the intensity of what's being said. Plain and simple? Be the person you want me to see on-stage and off.
Brevity. So there. Kidding! I don't need to know why you're late; I don't need to know--or smell--what you had for lunch; I don't need to know where the picture window is in this scene.
Please state your name, the show or play your monologues are from, and perform them! It helps keep us on schedule and keeps me focused on performance not peripherals. I'll find out a lot at callbacks or any cold readings--do you repeat bad behaviors, play well with others, do you listen and take direction, etc.
Timing: How long do you take to go from Personal Introduction to Performance mode? How long do you take to 'engage' me? Surprise me? Do you recognize those moments and use them or forge ahead with rote memorization? Do you know a one-minute audition usually means one minute??
IT. You ever read the Stephen King novel? (She responds) Twilight?! We'll talk later.
IT is all the intangibles: do you maintain focus and energy the whole time you're onstage? Are you confident without being arrogant? Performing material that challenges and suits you? Even if our role doesn't suit you, by my reckoning, I'll keep you in mind for future opportunities if you've got 'It'.
(to casting assistant, poking her head in the door) Thank you.
(Next actor enters, performs an excerpt from Joseph Heller's "Something Happened," and leaves two minutes later.)
See? Now that guy is a prime example. He let the move from Introduction to Performance become a part of the tension. He sat troubled, avoiding eye contact, then spoke. He didn't rise until the emotion did. He took moments to recall and re-see his observations. Humbled himself at the end.
Sincerity and Timing? Very good. Down to business with his greeting and title PLUS the cutting was sharp, had a nice arc to it. Brevity very good.
Now let me ask you--Did he have 'it'??
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Inside the Actors Mind
*FIRST in a THREE-PART Series: If you've ever been curious about why actors go into show business or why a specific person is a specific character on a TV show...enter the mind of the wannabe: an actor who auditions.
T-minus-24 HOURS: "Oddly, she is much happier at her job than the rest of us."
Nailed it! A minute-ten and remembered every word. Should I run it again just to be sure? No, no, you're fine. Need to fix our resume, though. Glad I took the production dates off last time. 'I see it's been two years between shows for you' Yeah, because my auditions were two years apart, thanks for asking! I didn't need (insert name of large Equity theatre who later proved generous) anyway.
Tomorrow's a new day, a new company, and a familiar monologue! Familiar to me. I bet I've still got copies of my old pieces--best short play something-something, Cyranos' riff on his nose, Shakespeare's Much Ado about something-something. (Looking through file folder) Holy Hanna! I still have my novel excerpts. My monologue class instructor told us to go for the unique pieces, don't limit yourself to play-scripts. That Donald Westlake piece, The Ax, kicked ass! Not like this one (he pulls 'vineyard' stationery sheet from folder). My writing: "You cannot be the sun in my life. I already have a son!" Unique, one of a kind, crap.
At least I don't have to worry about getting a new headshot. Same handsome devil you were five, uh, ten--oh hell, you were born handsome! Of course, if anyone asks me to grow a beard or mustache for a role, I may need to do Rogaine facials.
T-minus-6 HOURS: Dang! Almost forgot to 'MapQuest' my route to the theatre.
T-minus 5 HOURS: Dial-up sucks. 'Sorry, I can't come in today, Mrs. Director, my Internet connection tanked and my map wouldn't print and when it did my dog ate it. Too depressed now. Anyhoo, can I have the part?'
T-minus 2 hours: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
T-minus 1 hour: (within moving car) "Rubber baby buggy bumpers bouncing by Biscayne Bay, rubber baby..."
T-minus 30 minutes: (at theatre lobby) "Hello, I've got a 3:30 appointment.// Speller.// No, I've never heard that (inane) joke before. ha ha."
(Now practicing silently, pacing by Men's bathroom) Her name is Martha. Our biggest fear is that she will...
T-minus 2 minutes: Should I pee? No, I'm next up. It's been a while, though...USE IT! Use that energy, that urgency! Olivier wouldn't pee for days before an opening night...I think. He's dead, right?
T-minus 30 seconds: "Hello, my name is Mike and I'll be doing..." Good, no redundant synopsis, no playwright biography--just show, don't tell.
GO Time: "Her name is Martha..." Don't look at them! Basic stuff, meathead. Look past them. Make eye contact with that chair. That chair--or is it the one to the left? NO, THAT chair, dammit, that chair is your psychiatrist!
"...like the rest of us, he tries to pretend..." Did the director just smile? I think she did. God, I hope--AVERT YOUR EYES! Jeez, if you look at her, you won't get the job. Must pee soon. Don't bounce your leg, they'll know you've gotta go. This character's not ready to pee, this guy's mad and scared and what has he 'discovered'? // That. Yeahhh. That felt good.
"Thank you."
T-plus 1 minute: (in Men's bathroom) "Was my fly down the whole time?! Ohhhh--"
*THANKS to all my college and private instructors, myriad directors, and Michael Shurtleff for the continuous education and enjoyment I get from this work.
CURTAIN
T-minus-24 HOURS: "Oddly, she is much happier at her job than the rest of us."
Nailed it! A minute-ten and remembered every word. Should I run it again just to be sure? No, no, you're fine. Need to fix our resume, though. Glad I took the production dates off last time. 'I see it's been two years between shows for you' Yeah, because my auditions were two years apart, thanks for asking! I didn't need (insert name of large Equity theatre who later proved generous) anyway.
Tomorrow's a new day, a new company, and a familiar monologue! Familiar to me. I bet I've still got copies of my old pieces--best short play something-something, Cyranos' riff on his nose, Shakespeare's Much Ado about something-something. (Looking through file folder) Holy Hanna! I still have my novel excerpts. My monologue class instructor told us to go for the unique pieces, don't limit yourself to play-scripts. That Donald Westlake piece, The Ax, kicked ass! Not like this one (he pulls 'vineyard' stationery sheet from folder). My writing: "You cannot be the sun in my life. I already have a son!" Unique, one of a kind, crap.
At least I don't have to worry about getting a new headshot. Same handsome devil you were five, uh, ten--oh hell, you were born handsome! Of course, if anyone asks me to grow a beard or mustache for a role, I may need to do Rogaine facials.
T-minus-6 HOURS: Dang! Almost forgot to 'MapQuest' my route to the theatre.
T-minus 5 HOURS: Dial-up sucks. 'Sorry, I can't come in today, Mrs. Director, my Internet connection tanked and my map wouldn't print and when it did my dog ate it. Too depressed now. Anyhoo, can I have the part?'
T-minus 2 hours: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
T-minus 1 hour: (within moving car) "Rubber baby buggy bumpers bouncing by Biscayne Bay, rubber baby..."
T-minus 30 minutes: (at theatre lobby) "Hello, I've got a 3:30 appointment.// Speller.// No, I've never heard that (inane) joke before. ha ha."
(Now practicing silently, pacing by Men's bathroom) Her name is Martha. Our biggest fear is that she will...
T-minus 2 minutes: Should I pee? No, I'm next up. It's been a while, though...USE IT! Use that energy, that urgency! Olivier wouldn't pee for days before an opening night...I think. He's dead, right?
T-minus 30 seconds: "Hello, my name is Mike and I'll be doing..." Good, no redundant synopsis, no playwright biography--just show, don't tell.
GO Time: "Her name is Martha..." Don't look at them! Basic stuff, meathead. Look past them. Make eye contact with that chair. That chair--or is it the one to the left? NO, THAT chair, dammit, that chair is your psychiatrist!
"...like the rest of us, he tries to pretend..." Did the director just smile? I think she did. God, I hope--AVERT YOUR EYES! Jeez, if you look at her, you won't get the job. Must pee soon. Don't bounce your leg, they'll know you've gotta go. This character's not ready to pee, this guy's mad and scared and what has he 'discovered'? // That. Yeahhh. That felt good.
"Thank you."
T-plus 1 minute: (in Men's bathroom) "Was my fly down the whole time?! Ohhhh--"
*THANKS to all my college and private instructors, myriad directors, and Michael Shurtleff for the continuous education and enjoyment I get from this work.
CURTAIN
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
TeeVee Wasteland
“Fifty-seven channels and nothin’s on…”
--Bruce Springsteen, Human Touch album
--Bruce Springsteen, Human Touch album
Aren’t you curious? Don’t you want to know why the Boss felt that way in 1992 and I feel nothing has changed since? Why children’s television programs espouse adventure, education, moral values, and silliness while the over-12 audience watches graphic sex, violence, and ‘news’? I think it’s a natural progression. Not for the audience. The writers of said programs are busy shedding the 'kids writer' tag faster than formal gowns on prom night. Those writers flock to FOX News or a series show like “Two and a Half Men” and enjoy realizing their potential (he said in titanic struggle to keep a straight face). However, I like my TV with equal parts challenge, revelation, and catharsis.
I last made time for a weekly sitcom with the second “Newhart” show (see 1990). The last challenging cathartic drama? The West Wing. Granted, I do surf channels and find the occasional pearl among swine (The Wire, Weeds, Breaking Bad) but quality writing and concepts shouldn’t be that rare.
FUN FACT: The longest-running TV show presently on the air? Sesame Street, at 42 years. Nothing else comes close. Because they keep a pulse on trends in parenting and education—going multi-lingual, multi-national, dealing with single parents, bullying…ie, listening to viewers.
ABC, FOX, and the A&E networks websites basically say: “You’ll eat it and you’ll like it!” They do not accept viewer suggestions and seek only feedback on present programs.
Aren’t you curious why there are dozens of reality shows (mostly about competitive attention-hounds) and none following positive role model groups like Americorps or Boy Scouts or The Red Cross? Car, Clothing and Beer sponsors didn’t ask for them? I didn’t ask to see ‘Real Spoiled Housewives of Red Hook’ (and the sponsors that love them), so why is it there?
Don’t you want to know how The History Channel justifies airing Ice Road Truckers when only 1-in-8 high school seniors pass U.S. history? There is a legion of historical reenactors out there who deserve some exposure for the passion they put in beyond their non-history 9-to-5 jobs. Ever been to Colonial Williamsburg? Or Plimouth Plantation? Professionals with a passion for history at those and other locations--role models again.
“These new history series sponsored by the computer company that furnishes your school’s equipment (or breakfast cereal conglomerate #1).” And I’m just spitballing here, folks!
I think television is a lens revealing—or dictating--our appetites. Back in the day, there were commercials selling cigarettes, kids. Cigarettes! Self-destructive appetites, welcome to the small screen. Then, the viewers and medical organizations said STOP…and they did.
Now in written & “reality” genres, we have 101 ways to murder/fornicate/sue people. Are we that bloodthirsty?
If you’re worried about society and still a TV fan, you can re-program. Sweeps month is here. Use your remote (or smart-phone or Netflix list) to vote for what you--and your children--want to see. Or pitch the ideas I’ve offered to a production company or your local affiliate.
Aren’t you curious what TV would look like if you (and the Boss) got 57 channels of the A-material?
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Introducing...
Greetings!
This is one small step for Mike’s ego, one giant leap for Mike’s tech-phobia. Whether stepping or leaping, do not presume this blog (ah-ah, ‘post’) is the cure to what ails you; do not suppose the words put forth here are from a guru on a Himalayan mountaintop; and do NOT roll your eyes when I’m talking to you!
I have reached a certain age which allows me a perspective on things: the creative arts, sports, politics, and sacred cows (the figurative, NOT the wandering bloated here’s-a-good-place-for-a-pie literal bovine) shall be subjects of this blog.
Why do I have a privileged perspective? I don’t, and that’s the point. I am not the pundit with a Masters in Political Science. I am not the Broadway veteran actor with Tonys as bracelet charms.
I am the guy who was in National Honor Society in high school, but an also-ran as a jock. I am the guy who has a normal family, not a Kardashian klan. I am the guy who still uses a handwritten address book. Low-tech, middle of the road, teacher/actor/storyteller, Diet Coke addict on a mission to change the world one mind at a time! That's me.
Think of me as the red dot on the white sweater, the bur under saddle--I am Spartacus!!
Just know that the ensuing posts you read will (hopefully) be thoughtful & thought-provoking, not to mention more regular than summer rain in Florida. Weekly, let's say.
Thank you for your support...
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