- Learn to speak English like an American. That's where the opportunities are.
- Don't ever do anything that makes you uneasy. If you're okay doing a sex scene or comfortable with nudity, fine, but it must be your choice.
- Don't ever get a boob job. Gwyneth Paltrow and Charleze Theron didn't get to where they are with fake boobs.
- Move to New York or LA if you feel you need to, but don't do it because you feel you're supposed to.
- Find a teacher you connect with and work hard at your craft. Aptitude is not enough. You have to develop your skill.
- Do the acting because you love it, not because you want to get famous or rich.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I just got back from shooting in New Brunswick, where the temperature was a delightfully crisp minus 15 degrees. And do you hear me complaining?
No you don’t.
The reason? Well, okay, we were shooting inside. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have to walk from the hotel to the car or from the car to the location. One time, I even crossed an entire parking lot, plus a drive-through lane, to go into an A&W Root Beer Shop to use their washroom.
Hell, I was so comfortable that I walked the entire length of Main Street in Moncton one morning, from the traffic circle on one end almost all the way to the traffic circle at the other. And back.
I attribute it all to the hat you see in the picture. A shearling hat, with fuzzy sheep’s wool on the inside and ear flaps that –– to my eyes –– look a little like wings. Wings of mercy that come down and cradle my delicate ears.
We were shooting interiors, but we could have shot exteriors. I wouldn’t have minded. I was comfortable.
The shoot went great, by the way. And that’s the lesson for today: Shoots go smoother when the director is comfortable.
Some directors take this to an extreme. They have a hard time concentrating if they don’t get exotic fare at the craft service table, nubile assistants of the appropriate gender and eagerness to please, and a coterie of fawning sycophants to stroke their very fragile egos.
For me, on this job, all it took was a hat.