Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
It never ceases to amaze us that multitudes call this cement jungle home.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
"Out of sight, out of mind." seemed to be his motto towards his mother yesterday, even though I had leaped tall buildings with a single bound on his behalf.
You see, my son, The Actor hopped on a plane, flew to LA, stepped into a high-level audition - then promptly failed to call and inform me how it all went!
It was only at my insistence that a phone call finally ensued . . . and the big news wasn't so much that the proceedings had gone well.
No - the big news was that whilst there, The Actor ran into none other than The Aussie!
What a surprise, as the original schedule had the Australian native returned to his beloved homeland weeks ago. Not so, evidently, as production markers post filming were necessary to be accomplished.
As a matter of fact, The Aussie was flying out today.
A chance meeting? A stroke of good timing? A coincidence?
For two boys with incredibly similar taste, it can all be summed up in one phrase: Happy Reunion.
More to come, as this trip is an extended one, with plenty on the books to get excited about! Stay tuned!
Monday, September 28, 2009
"Are you up?"
"I just found a blog you're gonna love! This woman was with her daughter, an extra in the movie . . . she wrote about our son!"
I chuckled involuntarily, it seemed. The shadowy darkness hid the smile my facial muscles had produced, as sleep swallowed it whole.
This morning, dutifully, I found the link my husband had meticulously provided for me in my inbox.
You may recall the big day The Aussie and The Actor invaded the space of several hundred extras. Finally, you've a comparative read, from the other perspective - the other shoe, if you will.
An excerpt from the blog of Heather Heath Chapman:
Not long after that, two tall, handsome boys tumbled into the gym together like puppies, arms and legs everywhere. “We’re bored!” they announced, and a wave of interest rolled through the crowd of extras. These were the two male stars of the movie, whom my daughter had already seen and deemed “cute.” A group of kids soon gathered around them. The boys signed autographs and joked amiably with everyone.It was interesting to watch them. Aside from the fact that they had the clearest skin of any teenagers I’d ever seen, they reminded me of the boys at my daughter’s school: gangly, silly, adorable, awkward. Like every other boy in the gym, they looked funny in those Sixties-era clothes. Like Madeline—like any teen—they were looking for a little attention.
It was just as my favorite trash mag had always claimed: Stars. They’re just like us.
Except surprisingly acne free.
And an omelet station.
But just people, apparently, and not as mysterious as I’d always suspected.
I made this point to my daughter on day three as we walked back from the prop room. “So,” I concluded, “if those boys ever become really famous, you can tell everyone that you’ve met them, and that they’re just as dorky as any other boys.”
Enjoy Heather's three part series on the Flipped experience here: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.
My husband was right - I was delighted in Heather's literary saga! I wonder to myself how many times I looked her in the eye as L'il Man and I entered the cafeteria brimming with people? Or, better yet, if she'd reconsider her Big Mac boycott, if she knew The Aussie had a unique moniker for the joint? That we have photos of The Director?
A season shared, yet separated by task - Two Moms, Two Thespians - people who gained an experience, but had no conscious knowledge of the others' thoughts . . . until midnight last night.
Thanks, Heather, for sharing your side of the story. The Other Shoe.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
I've laughed until I cried at his antics.
I've hesitated to share him, that he be not misunderstood.
I've explained him, that he be not an offense.
Yet the fact of the matter is, Mr. Benson has definitely taken up residence in our humble abode.
He stopped by last night, just to chide me on my (in his estimation) unnecessary complaint that my son had been eating the computer bandwith by watching and untold number of episodes of Lost.
Mr. Benson: "Bandwidth, bandwidth, bandwidth! That's yer complaint, eh?"
Me: [staring him down, recognizing his sudden appearance]
Mr. Benson: "We're really tired of hearing yer bellyachin' about this. You've missed nothing. Meanwhile, when YOU use the wireless, YOU eat MY bandwidth, and my show goes something like this:
[turning head in short staccato action, never quite actually changing perspective]
'W- . . . w- . . .we . . . we' - . . .'
The words never fully come out, you see. So, I'm sorry, but we cannot accept yer claim at this time. Thank you."
At this, my son suddenly reappears, all smiles at his most recent performance, the likes of which have caused me to sigh in resignation the fact that I've still years to parent this boy.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
September 17, 2010!
Mark the calendar! How they manage to date these things, I do not understand, especially since filming is still underway . . . however, that is why they are the experts.
Meanwhile, auditions continue. What project will be next for the lad? We wait in anticipation, right along with you . . .
Friday, July 31, 2009
We may never have Maria on board during any future films. However, rest assured ~ no other seamstress . . . regardless of how flambouyant they might be ~ can never erase the mark that Maria left on our hearts.
Maria, we love you!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The phone rang, carrying a familiar voice across the miles to my ear. Delighted, I listened intently as the woman on the other end of the line, Ms. M, detailed for me the meandering way in which she discovered my son's involvement with the movie, and how she came to own my phone number once again.
Her son had met The Director in person, trying out for the lead role also ~ at The Director's request. As the cards landed, the lad was not chosen, yet he kept up with the details of the production via imdb.
It was there that Ms. M and her son found my son, listed as the Best Friend. Oh, how they wanted to send congratulations! Yet our contact information had been long lost under the weight of audition sheets and call backs.
Enter a Hollywood event, which Ms. M and her son attended last week Friday. They were delighted to run into old friends ~ only to discover that the young lady before them had just been on set with The Actor a week before! Requesting our information, and receiving it gladly, Ms. M followed through with her congratulatory call.
Congratulations soon fell to discussion of new projects on the horizon for each of our boys. Ms. M detailed her son's most recent accolades, and his newest exciting opportunities. As she did so, a vital piece of information came to light: her son was just slated for a network test for the same project my son was being considered for.
As soon as she spoke this, I knew we would be hearing very, very shortly, as information was being filtered out through agents and managers. I held my breath, and hung up the phone in anticipation.
For the project, of which we've all been on our toes about, The Actor did not receive audience for the network testing. Disappointment? Yes.
Yet, we know that the opportunities to speak with both a well-respected Casting Director and Director in the industry under such special circumstances is to be counted a great honor. All the effort. All the hoops. Was it worth it? Absolutely! No endeavor is without hard work - elbow grease, and it's ups and downs as one makes their way. Bottom line is, my son did his best, without regrets. Therefore, we move forward, knowing this is one of the greater of character qualities.
Today is the network test . . . and our prayers are lifted up on behalf of our friend.
Join us, won't you?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
There is no rest for the weary, so they say, and in my son's case, this was a bonafide fact. His scheduled wrap day actually began with another conference call, with a different individual ~ *the* director of the project he was being considered for. Such a call was a tad unprecedented. Unique. To be valued.
Acting as his personal assistant, I, the mother, took avid notes, whilst my son spoke with the Hollywood Mogul, who was doing what he does best: directing the actor, and asking for some minor changes in his presentation.
And, oh. Could we have that by tomorrow, please?
It was a repeat of two days earlier, when the highly acclaimed Casting Director had asked the same thing. Of course, came the response, knowing then that the day was going to be wild and wooly!
The evening was not just wild and wooly, it was loud and rambunctious, and the sort of 'going away party' any teen might desire in his heart of hearts . . . our apartment, once roomy and spacious, was now filled with four adults, one of them being my son's agent, six teens, and four youngers, plus L'il Man, just for good measure! Who cared if the night was interspersed with rehearsing lines with his castmates, and doing yet more 'takes and retakes' attempting that perfect shot to submit?
Our efforts paid off in the wee hours of the next morning, when, apartment vacated by well-wishing party-goers . . . (I mean . . . advisors to the new project!) and I began the process of editing and preparing for transmittal. And we had yet to pack. Egads.
We managed to do it all, astoundingly. Sleep would simply have to come later, at some future date when time was no longer of the essence.
We boarded the plane the next morning, knowing without a doubt that The Actor had done his very best, no regrets.
Our job now was the infamous job of all in this industry: wait.
. . . to be continued . . .
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
I know it's been a quiet week, here in the blogosphere at My Son, The Actor.
Rest assured ~ behind the computer screen, real life has been playing out at warp speed, and my son and I have been hangin' on to the riggin' like nobody's business - knuckles white and hair blowin' in the wind!
Therefore, please stay tuned. You'll not miss a moment of the chronicle unfolding around the current project . . . you'll be the first on the list as the next project rolls in . . .
To keep you satiated until more press releases arrive, a photo for your viewing pleasure - one of those pictures that one simply *knows* there must be a story behind!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Meanwhile, far, far away, in the land of executives and decision makers, a group will gather round about a tape; meet other candidates; and determine the forward motion players.
Those who do their appointed activity will be supported behind the scenes by a woman who is of the praying sort.
Anyone care to join her?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
As mentioned last week, my son put his auditioning skills to work in the midst of filming this current production.
I"m happy to report that all takes and retakes have been accomplished, and, as of midnight last night, have been successfully submitted. Again.
If you are of the praying sort ~
If you are of the sit on the edge of your seat and bite your nails sort ~
If you are of the 'come see what may' sort ~
You'll be glad to know that *this* particular actor isn't sitting on the sidelines. He's up and at 'em, ready for whatever comes next.
Join us in the anticipation, won't you?
Meanwhile, it's Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, Off to work we go!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, July 17, 3:05 pm:
Never mind that I was in the middle of my first meal of the day, well into the afternoon hours. It was a hold day, and my son and I had already performed the second of three audition requests, during his free time. I had released him to do boy things based on my hunger. He was soon off with his film mate, The Aussie, as he also had the day to do as he pleased.
My dinner was delicious! Rice, veggies . . . it couldn't get any better, any more satisfying.
The phone rang.
An energized, and slightly frenzied manager's assistant was on the other end of the line. Casting loved his tape ~ could my son resubmit with a few changes ~ by 3 pm pacific time??
I finally wrangled my server, paid my tab, and headed to the car, ready to find my son and get to work.
Enroute, the phone rings.
Mistake!! Can I put the actor on a conference call, before 3 pm pacific time?
But of course ~ consider me on standby.
Agent on the line. Repeat of previous information. Confirmation of standby status. Arrive at apartment, look for son.
Found son, phone rings in hand, cleaning lady turns on vacuum cleaner, baby cries.
Door shut, baby sequestered with friend, Agent, Casting Director, my son and myself in conference.
Conference completed, changes requested, committment to retape established.
Cleaning lady exits room. Baby plays contentedly. Son and friend are nonplussed. They want to go rock climbing.
Mom drives to gym, wondering how she managed to get herself into all of this, when all she really wanted was . . .