September 5, 2001
I was good. And I will stand by that. I didn't get the job, but you cannot tell me that I wasn't good. I just won't believe it. They called in about ten of us, ten men, one of whom would start work immediately. It was one of those situations where they read all ten, asking each actor to "stick around" until everybody has read, and then the casting director (or her associate) emerges and announces who should report immediately to wardrobe.
We went through that process today. I read for the four people in the room, including Ellen DeGeneres, and then waited with everyone else for the end of the session to get the word. When it came, it was slightly anti-climatic: "You can all go." No one got it. No one. When that happens, I know it's not my fault. There's no way all ten of us could have gotten it wrong. At that point, you blame the material and look ahead to the next gig.
Next gig, anyone?
Anyone?