12 January
My little actors are getting used to my ridiculously hands-on directing style. I try to let them get through it, but I end up interrupting them every three words. I am hideously exact about inflections, facial expressions, pauses, specifically choreographed movements, etc, etc, ad nauseum.
The funny thing is that as an actor, what I want in a director is someone who'll leave me the hell alone.
I cannot believe that I didn't notice this, but I saw Grosse Pointe Blank Thursday, which is about a hit man going home for his high school reunion and seeing the girl that he stood up on prom night, whom he still loves.
Friday night I rehearsed part of my show, a scene called Perp, about a police woman who arrests a criminal who turns out to be the guy who stood her up on prom night and whom he says he still loves.
It didn't hit me until halfway through the rehearsal, and my actors didn't know what I was howling about...
Speaking of Perp, at that same rehearsal, Scott (who is one of my actors, but is also a stunt man and fight choreographer and is fight directing part of my show) came into the rehearsal block the fights for Vicki and Richard, as well as showing Vicki proper police procedure and how to hold a gun and cuff someone and all, and I was watching this with awe and joy.
I have never in my life seen anything as incredibly sexy as Scott with that gun in his hand.
Just in case anyone reading this is a TV commentator or something, and is planning on discussing The People vs Larry Flynt anytime soon, Milos Forman's name is pronounced Meelosh not Mylowss.
Got it? Good.
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