February 8, 2002
This was the goal of signing with a manager: increase the number of feature film auditions. And with two in the last nine days, we are on the right track so far.
This is a low-budget feature with a little late-night-cable type flesh in it, I assume. Nobody ran that by me so I think my butt would be safely covered. Literally.
If you're cross-referencing names throughout all of ducey.com, you may notice that the casting director, Gary Fuchs, used to be my agent when I was at Contemporary Artists about 78 years ago now. It was good to see him again. I guess he had transitioned into casting or producing or some other creative endeavor.
The audition scenes were a little challenging. The third scene is a fight scene, and a mostly-one-sided fight scene at that. My character is really laying into the female lead. I was pleased that I reached the levels I did at the audition becuase it can feel very awkward in a little audition room. But I let loose. I let her have it. And I thought it was believable and intense.
As I finished, the writer or director gave me some wonderful feedback on my multi-faceted and many-layered performance. He told me, "If you ever really yelled at a woman like htat, you'd be fired."
I was slightly dumbfounded. What was I supposed to do with that? I'm not interviewing for an office job. I'm trying to get an acting job, ina movie that will probably end up on Showtime, about people who end up trying to kill each other, and I'm yelling too loudly? Guess what. If you try to kill someone in an office, they're going to fire you, too.
Anyway, I guess they didn't love it.