Originally posted on August 29, 2011
I’m
the kind of girl who cries at pretty much anything. Those animal
cruelty commercials with Sarah McLachlan, THE NOTEBOOK, and don’t even
get me started about the last HARRY POTTER film. That being said, I
rarely cry during auditions. I guess I watch them with a bit of
professional detachment.
However,
about four years ago I cast a little indie film called POWDER BLUE. It
had the hardest role I’ve ever had to cast: a transgender prostitute who
could hold her own in some very emotional scenes opposite Forest
Whitaker. We auditioned hundreds of actors for this role. Male, female,
and transgender, we didn’t discriminate. We may or may not have even
read one young A-lister (in drag) who went on to headline a very popular
*sparkly* franchise. Sorry, I don’t have pictures.
But
the thing I’m probably most proud of in my 12+ years of doing this, is
finding the actor we cast in the role. He came in during a very strange
(and scary at times) meet-and-greet open call. He was new to Los
Angeles, didn't have an agent, and wasn't even in SAG, but he had the
right look so we gave him a callback.
When
he did the scene in the callback, something happened… I was sucked into
another dimension where this character lived. The actor wasn’t there
anymore. In his place was this tragic transgender prostitute weighing
her options with a rather heartbreaking outcome. By the end of the scene
I was bawling. When the actor left the room I jumped up and followed
him out. I couldn’t let him leave without telling him that he was the
first person to make me cry in an audition. (I wasn’t the only one in
the room crying either). He got the role and his performance held up in
the final product. But sometimes I pull up that audition video on my
laptop just to remember what magic actors are capable of, and how
awesome my job is.
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