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Today felt like I was in a Casting 101 Class for Casting Directors. It had been nearly two years since I held my last auditions (for Broken Hearts Club) and I felt out of touch. I guess one of the main things that concerned me was professionalism — not from the actors, from me and my crew.
I’ve prided myself on being professional and detailed throughout all my auditions. I give an overwhelming amount of information to the actors because I believe it helps with their performance. I also believe it’s just damn respectful. I mean, these folks are traveling distances to come stand in front of me and basically be judged. Far be it from me to make their experience even more traumatic with flimsy info. I’ve been told more than once that I run a tight, professional but laid back ship. I try to keep that going.
So this morning my nerves were so bad my stomach ached. Seriously. I must’ve went to the bathroom three times before I finally said, “Get it together, Angelo!” I arrived at the CAZT Studios almost an hour early, went to Starbucks on La Brea and Santa Monica and had coffee. Then I walked three blocks to the studio.
I got my room, which was much smaller than I am used to having. In the past I’ve done all my casting in boardrooms. Rooms that fit 25 people around a table and another fifty standing around it. The small 10 x 10 room seemed, well… small. But the camera was free. And that meant there’d be no need to import two hours of tape to hard disk. Thank God.
James Rhodimer was the first to arrive and he definitely was a sight for sore eyes. We chatted for a while and then Chantal, the first intern showed up. Ryan was the second intern. Then Elena Campbell-Martinez. Then Kevin Huie. We had all worked together on Broken Hearts Club.
It was quiet for15 minutes as the first actors on my confirmed list were no-shows. I had deliberately attempted to pad the audition close together to avoid down time. It didn’t work — or I suck at padding.
Soon we were on our way. I began to recognize the faces of folks who I’d been corresponding with through emails. Some I’ve chatted with for nearly six months, dating back in June when I first tried to launch this project. Some I’d only spoken with over the past 2-3 weeks. Some less than that. I may forget names, but I never forget faces.
The primary roles in WOMAN ON FIRE: the Resurrection of Serious Rogers are Trixie, Serious Rogers, Hooper and Martin. The supporting roles were Vanity, Max, Senator. We saw plenty of Trixie’s but not as many Serious Rogers as I would have liked to see. The guys were almost nonexistent accept a few notables like Jaime Fishback from Twitter.
The previous day I’d prayed to God to bring me someone who knocked my socks off. I wanted someone like Maya Gilbert who was in my films, Nanny and the Professional and Broken Hearts Club. I wanted a guy like Sean Ross from my films, Renounced, Love is for Democrats, Nanny and the Professional, Broken Hearts Club (short) and Broken Hearts Club (feature).
I was shocked when one handsome guy came in to read for an important and recurring role in the film. I wasn’t shocked that he was handsome, I was shocked that he didn’t turn off his cell phone for the audition. It buzzed. But I was flabbergasted when he answered the phone in the middle of his monologue. Wow. All I could think was, “He probably wouldn’t have done that if I were Spike Lee or Antoine Fuqua or F. Gary Gray.” He tried to play it off and stay in character as he told the person on the other end to call back. It didn’t work. He lost it… and he lost our attention as well. It was disrespectful and unprofessional.
Then it happened. One of the women I’d been speaking to came to read for Serious Rogers. The sides are three pages long with an emotional monologue at the end. She got it. She did it. Her performance matched everything I’d envisioned in my head. Physically she was right-on too.
A few auditions later and someone came to read for Martin. I’ll be damned if he didn’t hit every note I wanted him to hit, without direction.
Then we had a Trixie. Appearance-wise she was perfect. She toyed with the provocative playfulness of the character and she knew how to use her blue eyes in just the right way: playful but deadly.
It seems actors like playing bad guys and bad girls. Vanity is a small but meaty role, but actresses seem to love it. That when I had the mother of all sock-knocker-off’ers. Someone came to read for Vanity, the paramilitary homicidal maniac with a grudge to bear. She HIT it out the park. As she left, Jim turned to me and said something like, “I thought she was going to kill me the way she looked at me.”
Then the gamble. The Senator. I’d called five guys to come read for the senator. One showed up. But as an alternate I decided to have a woman read for the role as well. Hell, a woman can be a power-hungry SOB too, right? Turns out that it was a good thing I squeezed in my friend from Facebook. She came in. She hit that shit out the park. The gamble paid off.
We had other great performances. A guy with a Russian accent (which totally disappeared during his reading) did a remarkable job with Hooper. So did one other actor.
I have a couple of pet peeves though. My biggest gripe is my lack of understanding concerning actors who aren’t off-book even though they’ve had the sides for over a week. Simply put, one’s performance is automatically better when you can directly engage the person reading lines with you. That’s why I asked Elena and Nicole to come read with me. They are professionals who’ve been on the other side of the casting table hundreds of times.
Although I would have liked to have seen much more people, I am satisfied so far. I was trying to avoid callbacks but I think they’ll be necessary. And it’ll be fun too as I watch my script come to life in the hands of these professionals.
I drove one of the interns, Chantal, home to Silverlake since she took the bus to the auditions. She’s cool and I want to help her gain as much production experience as possible. On the way home we smoked cigs in my car, talked casting, revered each other’s age. Then she said, “You have good energy.”
I have good energy. I like that. I’ll try to keep that going.
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