Showing posts with label Breakdown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Breakdown. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Best breakdown EVER

I found this role description for a Character on ER while i was working. The final line took the air out of all my possible submissions.

Score one for Casting.


This 17 year old Caucasian rural Illinois boy is also at the party. He takes an interest in Sarah and invites her outside for some air. The air is tinged with marijuana smoke, and he then invites her to go for a ride in his truck. Their encounter goes from bad, to predictable worse. 8 lines 2 scenes. Please submit actors who don't look like hip LA waiters

Friday, February 23, 2007

CRAZY TIME!

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Oh, dear friends. Sanity is such a frail and fragile bitch. I know my glass menagerie hasn't fared all that well this week. Presented with a few obstacles, I decided that perhaps Brit can't be fully blamed for her sudden shearing. By god, if we went around judging lapses in sanity after a split or during a moment of crisis like it was sharia law, we'd all have been stoned to death or at least caned by now. No, no, the emtional breakdown is as much the right of the well-maintained international playboy, as it is of the sulky, baldheaded, baby-momma, bumpkin, pop-star. Fortunately for us playboy types, the paparazzi aren't around as we manically call 18 times a number we KNOW won't be answered. Or when we throw a temper tantrum for badly phrased jokes. Yes, the breakdown is a cruel mistress, and when you wake up the next day in rehab or in shame, if you can see through the fog of depression and into the light of reality, you realize that the haughty bitch wasn't worth the trouble, and whatever brought Mistress Meltdown into your life, was but a trifle. Life after all, does continue. Britney may be kicking herself at the moment for her choice of clipper and umbrella weilding actions but if she's a tough cookie, and I know she must be, then she'll look back at this moment from the summit of her mountain of cash, wearing her tiara, and gently say "How Silly."

So must we all. Not from our mountain of cash perhaps, but from our own molehills of reality the realisation must dawn. "Eventually, i'll smile again."

In honor of Trifling the seemingly unsurmounatble, i'd like to share the following pop art images by a brilliant artist named Donald Topp.

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