The Casting Director - DEEP (CASTING) THOUGHTS…

Going out to lunch this afternoon, the manager of the office building I am in said that I looked “so Hollywood!” I was wearing blue shorts and a white cotton shirt I bought five years ago in Mikonos with a black t-shirt under it. Basically, I got out of bed and found the nearest clean thing to wear. I didn’t think I looked “Hollywood” at all; in fact I was kind of embarrassed to be seen by anyone in public, because I hadn’t planned on leaving the office with so much going on. But I was hungry, so there you go…

I got to thinking; am I Hollywood? And, what does that mean if I am or if I am not. I don’t think I am, but not because of any bad connotations or lack of trying. I think I could be more social with my work friends; maybe I should make more of an effort to be out and about.

I was at the gym on Monday (Memorial Day) and ran into an actor I know. He told me all about his career and that he got a manager. I was happy for him. That was about as Hollywood as I got over the weekend.  I need to try harder.

I saw “Indiana Jones.” So many things to say about it, but really what is the point? It’s not really art; it’s a lot of money going into a lame story, with very intense lighting, wigs and a lot of accents flying around. But, I did enjoy it; I didn’t have to think so hard about what I was seeing. It was what it was – a tent-pole movie for the masses. It did its job. Not really my kind of thing but after the week of casting my brain needed to down-shift, so Harrison Ford did the trick.

I had a dream last night that I was in the movie “Cloverfield.” I loved that film. That was a smart film. I have high blood pressure and after that film was over I was like, “Take my fat butt to Cedars, I need a heart transplant!” I mean it is genius the whole, Godzilla in NYC bit, and all of the actor’s dying. Trouble is, it is now my stress dream. I dream that I am in the movie, looking at the actors and while we are running all through New York City trying not to be eaten by giant bugs that pop out of the big monster’s butt, I am thinking, “That actor is with Gersh,” or “He is with William Morris, call Theresa Peters call Theresa Peters.” I don’t even really know Theresa Peters.

Obviously the dream is about more than work, but I am still working on figuring out the meaning, so any help is gratefully appreciated, and no, I checked my phone sheet…no call from Theresa Peters to return…M