This was, I imagine, a pretty low budget affair. In the valley. The casting office is in, of all things, a strip mall. Really really really low rent.
For some reason, even though we are reading 3 lines, it was taking 10-20 minutes per person. Except for me, of course. But, hang on.
So, one bitter actor after another, one deluded weirdo and then an angry corpulent bastard, file in. In fact, the only one who wasn't that way was the first guy I saw when I walked in. He and I have known each other for a while so we were able to chit chat.
Now, I hate actors. A lot. These guys didn't help matters.
When I went in, I made a joke or two, it's my room, I was comfortable. Nothing cheesy, just being me. Not really a nervous release, either, just having fun.
The director seems to be a young moron, more interested in cutaway reaction shots than performances. I gave him a couple of those. Then when I had to actually "act" I noticed very distinct chuckles of approval coming from the casting director. Maybe the director as well.
I don't know. I don't think they want an actor for this role. I think they want a character. So goeth the way of contemporary filmmaking.
I think I'm busy when this shoots anyway.
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