Rejection is neither an indication of value or talent. Remember that. If you believe in what you have to offer, then don’t stop offering it simply because some of those you offer it to reject it. Many people are simply not very good at recognising talent or value. It doesn’t mean you won’t eventually find an audience that will.
Why is it not legal to murder actors who don’t turn up for rehearsals without notice two weeks before the performance? dustseeing, have you looked into this? There must be a loophole somewhere. There must.
Hmm, as an actor, when your co-workers don’t show up on time it’s also the worst. There’s nothing worse than acting a scene out to empty air while the director or the stage manager reads their lines. Fuck me.
Here’s some harsh words, but you know what you can do to those actors? Fire them. It’s rude and unfair to everyone involved, and I’ve worked with unpaid seventeen year-olds who were more committed.
Just my two cents.
ETA: My boyfriend (also an actor) just said “Because you know there’s another actor out there looking for work, and they’ll be happy to show up for rehearsals.”
Retta, on the roles she would be offered in Hollywood.
“Casting directors, who don’t necessarily know me — all they get are pictures. So they see your face, and they’re like, ‘Oh, we can place her in this or that.’ “
Check out NPR’s story on actors of color navigating stereotypes in Hollywood.
You can view this monologue here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bcopVtDVwE (about 11 minutes in)
I got lots of choices right now. I could kick this thing right here, but that would hurt my foot. I’m not gonna do that. That’s a choice I just made. I could take a dump in the lobby, but y’all gonna step in that later, and that’s kinda gross. I’m not gonna do that. That’s a choice I just made. I could go and kiss that guy over there on the lips, but… Aw, what the hell!
He goes to kiss a man in the audience. On the lips. He returns to the stage.
See, your choices can have an EFFECT on the world. That guy either wants to slap me, or he’s kind of horny, I dunno. But those are EASY choices. Everybody has harder choices too. Like “What are you gonna do with your life?” or “Who are you gonna live your life with?” or “Are you gonna bring a child into this messed up, crazy-ass world?” Those are the hard choices. And here’s one more. Everybody knows somebody who’s all bunged up with grief and anger cuz they lived a harder life than you, and they let you know ever chance they get: “I lived a harder life than you!” And they all crusty and stiff all the time, with their shoulders up to their earlobes, cursing everything. And they get into their car. (Taking the wheel) but it’s not a car, it’s a Ford Toro-Exploro-Bronco-Humvee big-ass shit, and it’s like 20 yards long and 16 yards wide, and they drive to work going “I feel safe in my car! Don’t look at me like that! You don’t know what kinda life I lived!” And they get to the parking lot, down to P1 (He spins) P2 (He spins) P3 (He spins) P4, and they going “I hate this place! (Getting out of a tight parking space) “Don’t touch my car!” And they get into the elevator, (Squeezing in) but there are other people around. “I hate people! They don’t know what kinda life I lived.” And then they get into a little cubicle, not makin’ eye contact with nobody, and they open up their little laptop and they play solitaire… Everybody knows somebody like that! And the hard choice is this: “Do you not talk to that person, or do you talk to that person? If you do, then one of two things could happen. They either tell you to “fuck off,” or the floodgates gonna open, and you’re gonna have a “high-maintenance friend”, right? But your choice can have a huge effect on that person. Our choices are a gift, because our choices can have an effect. Yeah. See, that person is suffering. We know that. It’s what we all got in common. We all suffer, every last one of us, and then we die. End of story. And you can think whatever the hell you want about an afterlife for your soul, but the hard fact of the matter is that your hot, sweaty body will get cold and start to rot, and if you haven’t had any effect on anybody before you die, you certainly won’t have an effect on anybody AFTER you die. You are RESPONSIBLE for the effect you have in this life. You have a RESPONSIBILITY. So you have to EDUCATE your responsibility. And how do you educate your responsibility? By educating your IMAGINATION! By reading stories, going to the theatre, going to the art gallery, to a Church or a Synagogue or a Temple, wherever you mind is free to roam. By playing music, by playing in the sand, by playing with your CHILDREN, who aren’t stupid and sleepy yet. Then you start to imagine a kind of CONNECTION, a relationship with everybody and everything. Between all those realities, between me and this camera, between me and you. Your relationship to whoever is next to you, to your mother back home, to your kids, your lover, your boss. That’s why people go to the theatre, to Church even, is to establish some form of relationship, some connection, some COMMUNION. A COMMON… UNION with other suffering souls, whose ‘I’s are as sleepy as yours. But then somebody opens your ‘I’ up, and tells you you gotta LIVE your life, not let somebody else tell you how to live it. You gotta live your life and you gotta live it with PASSION. That’s what this is all about Brothers and Sisters,… PASSION. PASSION. PASS-I-ON. PASS-I-ON. My Jesus’ passion story, is a story of PASS-I-ON. He took his ‘I’ and he passed it on so far that it reached me. Now that’s havin’ an EFFECT!
PASS YOUR I ON
PASS YOUR I ON
- Rick Miller, Bigger Than Jesus
an incredible play - whether you’re a believer, or not: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCfEvHQdyBo HERE’S A sort of TRAILER
show dates http://biggerthanj.com/en/schedule