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The Drought Has Ended
October 8, 2007

I think I could go longer without sex than I could without an acting gig. But slow spells are a fact of life for LA actors – a fact I’ve yet to accept.

Not that I haven’t kept myself busy this summer. In addition to finally securing a theatrical agent, I did some “behind the scenes” work for the fabulous Celebration Theatre – one of the most tightly run companies in town.

But I’m happy to report that the rains have come, and the creative drought is over. I’ve recently been cast in two terrifically clever short films.

In September, I played “Mike,” a slightly sleazy agent with a heart of gold in Alex Luria’s autobiographical short comedy Who Am I? Alex wrote, directed and stars in the film, as an ethnically ambiguous actor struggling to find his way in Hollywood. It was fun to play a different type of character, a high-powered, sexually aggressive professional smooth talker -- and to make a comment about the lack of imagination of many Hollywood casting directors. The shoot was amazingly easy, thanks to a large, hardworking and obviously knowledgeable crew – and the talented, tireless Mr. Luria.

Next weekend, I shoot the title role in the USC short Inside Leo Krempkin’s Brain, playing a shut-down accountant who lives – literally – in his head. Jackie Fiske directs from her imaginative script.

But first, another of my quick jaunts up to San Francisco, to see my friend Jeffrey Hartgraves in his “almost solo show” Shark Bites. He’s one of the most talented people I know, so I’m really looking forward to seeing his show, and to seeing many old friends.

Where have I been the past six months, you ask? Fighting a battle every actor in Los Angeles fights, sooner or later. The fight to find a theatrical agent.

I tried to play it cool for a long time. “Oh, I’ll just do here what I did in San Francisco,” I’d tell myself, “Just focus on the acting. All that other nonsense will fall into place eventually.”

Well, this is Los Angeles. There’s no such thing as “eventually.” Nothing falls into place, I’ve realized, without a nudge. And when I learned that Deer Season was scheduled to screen in USC’s First Look Festival in April, I realized there might never be a better time to start nudging.

First, getting new headshots. I was lucky enough to find Peter Solari, an incredible photographer who was able to make something of a silk purse out of this sow’s ear. Pose for new photos, pick the best ones, order prints. And then order some more.

Then, researching the mailing. Forget CAA, ICM, William Morris. I was looking for an agent on my level, and who handles character actors, not pretty boys. I narrowed my list down to 80 agencies that I thought could be a good fit. I typed up a friendly but very brief cover letter, mentioning Deer Season at First Look. I pulled them all together, dumped them in the mail box, and tried to forget about it.

A voice mail message arrived a few days later from Agency No 1. “Thanks for the submission, but our stable is full.” Not unexpected, but I thought it pretty classy for them to call anyway, and sent a postcard to them saying as much.

Agency No. 2 called two weeks before the First Look screening, and their message could not have been more enthusiastic. “We love your photos,” the lady purred. “We’re dying to meet with you.” A slam dunk, I thought.

Wrong! When I arrived for my appointment, groomed to within an inch and oozing charm, a woman thrust two commercial sides into my hands, and instructed me to wait. Which I did. Then I was called in, did the two commercial pieces, did a monologue, answered questions about my experience, was told I looked “good for my age,” was told I had a wonderful look. Ten minutes later, I was back in my car, wondering what happened. And no, they have not called back.

Agency No. 3 called shortly thereafter to arrange a meeting. This time there was no purring, no declarations of love, just a man asking me to return the call. I did, and scheduled a mid-day appointment. I arrived, again groomed and oozing, but this time ready for anything. I sat in the waiting room, unable to not overhear the agent meeting with a young actress. I was very impressed with the straight-forward, no-nonsense advice he gave her (i.e., “Get a good day job. Being an actor is expensive!” and “The actor who needs the job will never get it.”) It was like being on a career-version of The Dating Game. I liked him before I even saw him!

He called me in, and we hit it off immediately. We discovered we’d both spent a great deal of our lives on the back of a horse. We discussed how television has changed in the past 30 years, and how sitcoms were next to dead. We discussed The Secret, which he had just read. (I'm resisting the temptation to call him "Secret Agent Man.") There was no auditioning. After a nice chat, I left him my reel and left.

I was thrilled to receive a call a few days later from Agency No. 3, a.k.a. The Stevens Group, saying they were interested in representing me “across the board.” Hurray! So more meetings, more photographs, another mailing, this time to casting directors.

Yet you’re never more alluring than when you belong to someone else – I then received calls from three more agencies! All of them seemed very nice. But I’m sticking with the bird in my hand. The Stevens Group represents experienced character actors. I don’t see a pretty boy in the bunch. Mr. Stevens seems to have strategic ideas about getting me work. And his clients are very loyal, which speaks well for him! In fact, James Doohan from Star Trek stayed with The Stevens Group for his entire career. If it’s good enough for Scotty ...

Still, I’m smart enough to realize that getting an agent is not the answer to every actor’s problem. We still have to get ourselves out there and promote our wares. But to quote Winston Churchill (and in keeping with my war metaphor), “This is not the end. This is not the beginning of the end. But it is the end of the beginning!”

The Greatest X'Mas Gift Ever!

December 27, 2006

Ever get a gift that put a smile on your face for days after Christmas? No, I'm not talking about my new iPod (which is, by the way, pretty terrific). On Friday, Dec. 22, I got a call from playwright/actor/director Jeffrey Hartgraves, my favorite person in the world, with some terrific news. As of Friday, Jeffrey's para-protein levels are non-existent, meaning that he is in complete remission! He'll still take a reduced course of chemo, and has a spine surgery to look forward to during the first quarter of 2007 – but its great news, and I couldn't have wished for a better present! God speed, Jeffrey!

As mentioned, I have joined the iPod generation. As the Borg say, "Resistence is futile." I spent most of the weekend like most new iPod owners – sitting at my computer, downloading all my favorite CDs. I think one doesn't really understand the power of the iPod until one has it. To have your entire music collection at the tip of your fingers is too mind-blowing to get until you get it!

Carved in Stone continues its path back to the stage. We held a well-attended staged reading on December 10 at the Stella Adler Theatre. Our playwright, the aforementioned Jeffrey Hartgraves, came down to help us out. San Francisco theatre maven Erika Atkinson, who was in town for a visit, also attended. It was wonderful to play "Quentin Crisp" again, and to share the stage with David Tenenbaum as "Gryphon Tott." And it was very interesting to hear Truman, Oscar and Tennessee played by actors other than those in San Francisco whom I had grown so attached to. Thanks, Bobby Reed, Curt Bonnem, and Art McDermott, and director Dan Oliverio, for doing such a good job so quickly!

But we have miles to go before we make our Los Angeles debut this summer. Check back soon for more updates!

We have become our enemy

October 20, 2006

I'm frequently told not to use my blog to discuss political matters – someone about to hire me might see it, perhaps, and decide not to because of my political beliefs.

And perhaps, under normal circumstances, I would almost agree.

However, we are not living under normal circumstances – and haven't been for some time. I feel a responsibility – nay, an obligation – to speak loud and clear about what's happening to our once-great country.

I'm delighted that the ever-growing list of Republican scandals may very well cost them the House and Senate – that is, if the election machines can be trusted (which is a completely different, frightening issue). But I am amazed that folks aren't rebelling against the status quo because of the blatantly obvious:

We have become our enemy.

When ties between Iraq and 9/11 were disproved, and after the weapons of mass destruction turned out to be nothing but lies, Bush & Co. claimed that Saddam was a despot who had to be removed so that "democracy" could live in the Middle East.

But what about democracy here at home? Under Bush, this country now has secret prisons around the world; he has the power and authority to kidnap and hold indefinitely anyone (including Americans) he claims is an "enemy of the state" without charging them with a crime, or allowing them access to legal counsel, or even to hear the charges against them. This country now advocates torture. Anyone who challenges the status quo is labeled "unpatriotic" or worse by strident media whores (see Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, et al.) who will say anything, the more outrageous the better, to get press coverage.

And if the overzealous "religious" right has their way, America will become a "Christian nation," "morality" will become legislation, and the country will be controlled by folks as fanatical as the ones who attacked us on 9/11.

So, tell me again about this "freedom" and "democracy" that the U.S. is trying to export. Is it any wonder that America is seen by the rest of the world as a hypocrite?

It is now reported that 655,000 Iraqis have been killed since the invasion. This is not war, this is genocide – and is unacceptable in any case.

It becomes even more repugnant when you realize that they, and our servicemen and women, died NOT because of weapons of mass destruction, NOT because Saddam was linked to bin Laden, NOT because Iraq was a threat to the U.S., but only because Bush and his cronies would profit from the destruction, occupation and reconstruction of Iraq.

Why else would Bush state that we would never leave Iraq while he is in office? You'd think he doesn't want us to "win" – and you would be right!

And while our military might is squandered in Iraq, Iran and North Korea have become bigger threats than Iraq ever was. Why? Because we were too busy invading a country that does not have WMDs to deal with those that now do.

Meanwhile, Bush has stated publicly that bin Laden is no longer a "priority" in the War on Terror, and that one of Bush's successors can enjoy capturing the man behind the 9/11 attacks. (Why the media hasn't repeated these statements is astonishing to me).

So while our brave men and women continue to die for unethical reasons, and our real enemy is free to attack us again, Bush will continue to take vacations, make ignorant statements, help his cronies rake in the big bucks, lie to this country, allow the small but shrill religious right to hijack our government, and ultimately destroy everything this nation once stood for.

Unless we all vote!

Bush & Co. seem creepily confident of Republican victory next month, even when all evidence indicates the opposite. (Those corrupt voting machines, again!) Karl Rove has even promised an "October Surprise" that will seal their victory.

Let's give them a "November Surprise." Let's ALL vote. Let's make our voice so loud that nothing – not corrupt voting machines, not the bellicose rants of our incompetent leader, not the threat of being called a traitor – can drown out our DEMAND that our America be returned to us.

Then, on November 8, let's start talking impeachment!

Our Ship Has A Captain!

September 7, 2006

I’m thrilled to report that director Dan Oliverio, who directed me in Dream Boy at SF’s New Conservatory Theatre, and who gave me my first LA gig as "Harlequin" in The Scheme of Things, has agreed to direct the Los Angeles production of Jeffrey Hartgraves’ Carved in Stone at the Company of Angels Theatre, opening November 20.

I think Dan is perfectly suited to guide this show! Besides earning a Master’s degree in theatre and speech, he knows these characters (Wilde, Capote, Williams & Crisp) very, very well! I got proof of that, watching him work with actors at auditions – encouraging the actors to have fun, to relish the dialogue, to be unafraid to go over the top, and trust him to bring them back down. I’m already surprised that he knows so many factoids and stories of all the characters. He’s also a very nice guy, and very "actor friendly."

So now, we’re one step closer to our goal. We have Dave Tenenbaum reprising his role as our "male ingenue" Gryphon Tott; we have the wonderful Bobby Reed signed to play Truman Capote; we have the terrific Perry Smith on board as our stage manager; and we have the incredible group at Company of Angels giving us guidance and support.

I’ve begun my research on Quentin Crisp again, and the memories from our first production have come sweeping back. I’ve even "done" a little Quentin at the auditions, and its like reconnecting with an old friend.

Speaking of old friends, it feels completely bizarre to even think of doing this show without my wonderful Jeffrey Hartgraves. We e-mail each other every day, over every single detail, of course, and he is as generous and imaginative as always. But he’s not here, we’re not doing it together in the same room. I know we will someday, but it’s a bit bittersweet, as its not how I imagined the LA debut of Carved in Stone would be. But he will be here as we approach our opening, even if I have to drive up there and pick him up myself!

Now, two nights of auditions, trying to find our Oscar Wilde and our Tennessee Williams!

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Despite growing up on a steady diet of Airport movies, I love to fly. Well, I did, anyway. I used to fly at least six times a year, sometimes more, to San Francisco, Portland, Indiana, New York. But for once, I’m glad to be too busy to travel, with all the increases in security. How can one sit for hours in a dry airplane without an Evian Mineral Water Spray? My luggage has never been lost, but I have friends who’ve lost theirs – can you imagine being stranded without toiletries?

My spies around the country tell me that everyone is cooperative, that the airports don’t seem any worse now than before. And how lucky for the airport security that they can take home any number of expensive, discarded skin and hair care products at the end of the day. But really, at what point will the airlines just give up, and have us all fly naked?

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Finally, since I grew up a fan of prime time soaps Dynasty and Dallas, I felt obliged to check out the new Fashion House telenovella on the new MyTV Network. I turned off the set in less than five minutes! The production values are surprisingly good, given its a daily, hourlong series. But really -- watching it was like viewing a porn film with the sex scenes removed.

The clincher was seeing photos of "Charlie," a half Cairn terrier/Norfolk terrier, on the Animals Rule website. I mean, how could anybody say "no" to a face like that? So we drove down to San Pedro, and it was love at first sight. He's even cuter in person. And the staff at Animals Rule couldn't be nicer!

Turns out, he's the perfect dog for someone who's had a cat for over a decade. He's very well house-broken, rarely barks, and is content just laying on the couch, waiting for someone to come home and dote on him. But don't think he's lazy. Put a leash on him, and he's suddenly Speed Racer! My doctor once told me to abandon yoga and get a dog for exercise -- now I know what she was talking about!

The Day My Shadow Disappeared

April 14, 2006

I've never considered myself a cat person. When it comes to pets, I've always preferred the more interactive dog.

But back in March 1990, I fell under the spell of "Skippy", a breathtakingly beautiful 2-1/2 year old long-haired orange tabby/Maine Coon mix. When I spied him in a cage at the San Francisco SPCA's mobile adoption unit, I thought, "What a beauty!" But I certainly wasn't planning on adopting a cat.

Then I stuck two fingers into his cage, and he immediately lifted his paw and laid it on my hand, and looked up at me with beautiful gold/green eyes. I felt this strange connection, as if we already "knew" each other. I fell instantly in love with the furry little angel, deciding instantly to adopt him. Since the Academy Awards were later that evening, I changed "Skippy" to "Ozker" (the experts assured that it was fine, since it kept the "ska" sound of "Skippy").

What followed was 16+ years of bliss. I came to believe that Ozker must have been raised with dogs, as his behavior was more dog-like than cat. He always came when I called, he would run down the hallway to greet me when I came home, he'd beg at the table. He'd even lick my face when I'd let him.

He was my constant companion, my shadow. If I were home, Ozker was either on my lap, or at my feet, or within reach. If I walked into another room, he quickly padded along behind me. When I went to the bathroom, he'd follow and stand on the sink, waiting for me to finish. And when I moved to Los Angeles, of course he was in a crate in the passenger seat beside me.

Ozker didn't just purr. He was a non-stop sound machine, cooing like a pigeon, squeaking like a rubber toy. He loved nothing more than sleeping under the covers, nestled between my arm and chest. He'd stay in bed with me, food and cat box be damned, no matter how long I slept.

Sooner or later, all beautiful love stories turn to tears. Last week, after more than 16 years of love and companionship, I had to put my beloved little Ozker to sleep.

At 19+ years old, I knew it'd happen sooner or later. When the time came, I also knew I wanted it to happen at home, not at the scary vet's office. But I wasn't prepared for how quickly the end came. Within a week, he seemed to fall apart in front of my eyes. He stopped eating, stopped using his litter box, started having trouble walking, began howling as if he were lost. He stopped purring completely – which is just not like him.

When his eyes started to look glassy and slightly crossed, and his breath had an odor, I finally accepted the inevitable. I spent that evening sitting with him, holding him, assuring him his pain would be over soon. I was rewarded with the briefest, slightest of purrs – his first in days – which I took as his consent.

The next morning, we called Karen M. Kelly, DVM, a rare veterinarian who makes house calls. We couldn't have asked for a nicer person, or for better support. After explaining the procedure, she gingerly examined li'l Ozker. She concluded that we were doing the right thing, that his kidneys were basically just scar tissue. His frail little body, once so lithe, strong and graceful, was filling with toxins.

We spread a towel on my office floor and set him on it. I petted him while she gave him the first shot, and he slowly sunk to the ground, then to sleep. I'd always said I wanted to be the last face he looked saw, but I kept my position behind him as she injected the final dose, stroking him, calling his name, and telling him it was alright, to be a good kitty, and I would see him again soon. I thought of that moment, 16 years earlier, when he had looked up at me, placed his paw on me, and changed my life.

Moments passed. Dr. Kelly looked for his pulse, then quietly said, "It's okay. He's already gone."

We sat there for – how long? – crying and petting him. Richard Schatz from Royal Pet Mortuary arrived to collect the body for cremation. He was incredibly compassionate, a true animal lover. By the time little Ozker was placed in a plastic box, I was sobbing.

My brain was a whirlwind of "what ifs" and "if onlys." Dr. Kelly assured me that it simply was time, that we could have extended his life for a week at most, and that week would have been very painful.

It was a beautiful moment. Alas, knowing one did the right thing doesn't make it easier to say goodbye. I think of him constantly. I see a photograph of him and burst into tears. I can still hear him meowing and purring. Every so often, as I pass my bedroom door, I will see him curled up on the bed . . .

As I arrived at the Company of Angels theatre last night for the final performance of "Fresh Meat," I was stunned to find my scene partner, Maryam Dalan, sitting out front with Jenny O'Hara. Jenny's one of those successful character actresses who you know, even if you don't know her by name. She's had a hell of a career that has spanned several decades -- and has done everything from sitcoms (My Sister Sam, Murphy Brown) to features (Mystic River, Matchstick Men) to independent LA theatre (Book of Days) -- and has seemingly guested on every TV series ever produced, from Starsky & Hutch to the recent Six Feet Under finale! I've been a fan of hers since 1980, when I saw her in a Lynda Carter TV movie (in which she painfully portrayed a grieving mother). She’s also worked a lot with another role model of mine, Stockard Channing, so I was stunned and delighted to see her!

"Oh my God! You're Jenny O'Hara!" I exclaimed in a voice at least two octaves higher than usual. So much for playing it cool!

"Yes, I am!" she responded.

"How do you know her?" Maryam asked.

"I've been a fan of Jenny's since I was a kid!" I squealed, regretting the words the instant they left my mouth. I tried to make up for it by rattling off a long list of her credits.

To Ms. O'Hara’s credit, she didn't seem to take offense, and was very gracious and friendly. I mentioned her role in the aforementioned Lynda Carter TV movie, The Last Song. "You did some wonderful work in that movie."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I!" she replied.

We chatted for a bit more, and I asked if she was staying for the show. Yes, she said, she was. Oh, god. It was bad enough that it was closing night, that I had a ton of friends and family in the audience, as well as a prospective agent -- now I was really nervous!

And god bless Ms. O'Hara -- at intermission, she came up to me, told me she enjoyed my work, and how funny she thought I was. It was like being kissed by royalty! Thank you, Ms. O'Hara!

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We couldn't have asked for a better closing night. We really kicked ass, if I do say so myself! The theatre was completely sold out -- so much so that management added two rows of seats in the front. The audience was beyond enthusiastic! I'm told we had the most successful single evening, box-office wise, that the theatre's had all year! So it felt good to make a little ka-ching for the Company!

Alas, it wasn't all good news! Once Maryam and I finished Victims, I slipped outside the stage door for a smoke (I know, I know). Before I could light up, I hear, "Leon, Leon! I'm here! I made it!" Yes, the aforementioned agent, who I've been wooing for months, had just arrived, missing my piece altogether. It seems her assistant gave her the wrong address! Though a bit disappointed, the show had gone too well for me to be upset. She and I stood outside, smoking and chatting. I told her to make up for it, she'll have to come to the Deer Season screening at USC on December 9 -- and to forget about getting directions from her assistant! I would pick her up!

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After a thunderous curtain call, and chatting with well-wishers outside the theatre, my "date," the wonderful actress Marcella Pabros-Clark, and I made our way to the closing night party at Casita del Campo. Hey, I never turn down free Mexican food! And it was yummy! I chatted with our director, Tony Gatto, about my idea of forming an acting class for disadvantaged kids at the Company – a sort of "Company of Cherubs," if you will. He also encouraged me to audition for the Company's upcoming holiday show, The Reindeer Monologues, but I told him I would have to pass, as I needed to finish Deer Season, and then take a little downtime, before committing to another project.

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Finally, I just got my call sheet for this weekend's Deer Season shoot. We start tomorrow at 5 p.m. and shoot until 5 a.m. I’ve never been a big coffee drinker, but tomorrow night, I may have to make an exception! A night of running through the wilderness, fighting bugs and avoiding lizards -- ah, the glamour of show business!

Rancho DeLuxe!

October 4, 2005

I just spent the weekend shooting at the Agua Dulce Movie Ranch in Santa Clarita. Shooting the film Deer Season, that is, not actual deer themselves.

This location is amazing, and rich with film history -- a regular film-geek's paradise! If you've seen the opening credits to the old Lone Ranger TV series, Captain Kirk fight the lizard-man in that episode of the classic Star Trek, or almost any western ever made, then you’ve seen the famous rock formations at this incredible site. I immediately recognized it from an episode of Wonder Woman. It's hard to believe that such rustic wilderness is within an hour's drive of Los Angeles. But the natural splendor is just part of the appeal of this magical location.

The Ranch is so huge, I actually got lost driving to our first morning of shooting. Since cellphone reception is practically non-existent there, I drove around looking for the crew, and got to see much of what's there. For example, there's a complete 727 fuselage, minus the wings, sitting in the middle of a huge field. There's an entire fleet of military vehicles, planes, helicopters. And so many deserted cabins, trailers and bungalows that a person could squat there indefinitely without being discovered!

Location shooting, especially exteriors, can be a trying experience. But our director, Arvin Bautista, and his terrific crew made it much easier with their thorough planning and work. So, bugs and lizards notwithstanding, it was a blast! And I cannot rave enough about my co-star, Chris Stone, playing the truly frightening "Hank." Chris is one of the most generous, thorough and talented actors with whom I've ever shared a screen. Every so often, if you're lucky, you get to work with an actor so talented that you feel like you've gotten to know two people -- the actor and the character he is playing.

Farce is hard enough to perform on a stage, and is notoriously difficult to pull off on film. Working up to that level of intensity for 30 seconds at a time can be tough. Yet Chris has a way of not only knowing when I need a little "boost" before a take, but what to say or do to get me there before "Action!" Whenever my "Morton" needs to be just a little bit more hysterical, Chris will remind me of all the spiders, or point his prop gun at me, or drag his fingernails across a wall, or any number of things that will get my juices flowing.

We go back this weekend for an overnight shoot of "Hank" chasing "Morton" through the woods (I'm packing bug spray and long underwear) -- then, thankfully, we shoot the remainder of the film in the cozy confines of a sound stage.

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Following the weekend of roughing it, it was back indoors at the Company of Angels theatre for another performance of "Fresh Meat." Monday night’s show was the best so far -- a sold out, enthusiastic audience brought our energy to a new high. As much as I could use some down time, I am incredibly blessed and grateful to be working so much, and am flattered, honored and humbled to be working with such a talented group of dedicated professionals. I look forward to working with these actors again and again!

I’ll Sleep in November

September 19, 2005

Like most actors, I love feeling completely wrung out from work. As of this Monday, I am exhausted -- but very happy -- from juggling three different, very diverse projects.

My busy weekend began with rehearsals for "Fresh Meat" at the Company of Angels theatre in Silver Lake. The evening of new one-act plays, opening September 26 (gulp!), includes Joseph L. Launigers' hilarious Victims, in which I play a British talk-show guest who's been struck by lightning 111 times. I'm awed by the level of talent in this company, and am thrilled to be a new member. I share the stage with Maryam Dalan, who's a complete delight. And I've never been so entertained by a director as I've been by Tony Gatto. His childlike enthusiasm is infectious -- I am sometimes tempted to "mess up" just so I can watch him go on a "riff." All the pieces in the show are amazing ... so get your tickets now at www.CompanyofAngels.org.

The company has been very gracious, allowing me time to work on a couple of other projects while rehearsing the play. And while I usually love a good, long run, I'm a little relieved that we're only running for two weeks!

On Sunday, as Emmys were handed out across the street at the Shrine Auditorium, I was in the Carson Soundstage on the USC campus, shooting my scenes for Christopher Weaver's short film Gabriel. I play "The Priest" in the drama, taking the confession of the title character (well played by Jason Buuck), who asks forgiveness for a sin he is about to commit. I've never before shot a film where I was unable to see my fellow actor, but I could feel Jason's intensity through the thin wall dividing us -- I'm really looking forward to seeing his performance. And yes, once again, I'll be dead before the end credits roll.

Once I was "wrapped" on Gabriel, I zipped over to the Lucas Building for the table read and first rehearsal of the dark comedy Deer Season, Arvin Bautista's thesis film that I begin shooting on Friday. I play "Morton," a nerdy, big-city tax accountant forced to depend on a scary backwoodsman after his car hits a deer. I am completely in love with this script, and with my co-star, Christopher Stone. His "Hank" is as scary as he is nice and supportive.

It's great to have a chance to rehearse a film before shooting begins, although it's a bit tough to simulate running for your life through the woods in a classroom! I can't wait to start shooting. We begin Friday in Burbank, then move to a sound stage for another week, before heading out to the woods in question for two weeks of night shooting.

But first, a final week of rehearsals on "Fresh Meat." Yes, a nap does sound very good right now -- but I can sleep anytime, right?

The Longest Week In History...

September 9, 2005

Yes, I promised not to use my blog to make political statements. That promise is damned hard to keep this week, with the horrific, mind-boggling images from America's South. It is hard to believe that one of our great cities has been laid to waste -- and that this is happening here, not in some Third-World country.

So I'm going to resist assigning blame for the government's unbelievably poor response to the disaster. However, a picture (even one that is PhotoShop'd) speaks a thousand words, so I have to share this one:

I must note -- for those who believe actors should keep their mouths shut when it comes to politics -- that somehow many celebs (Sean Penn, Harry Connick, Jr., Julia Roberts, Oprah Winfrey, et al.) managed to get into the area to offer help well before Bush & Co. had even formulated their response plan. Make of that what you will.

Meanwhile, please join me in donating what you can to the American Red Cross.

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I'm thrilled to report that Jeffrey Hartgraves is out of the hospital, and staying with good friends in San Francisco. He's started chemo and steroid therapies, and is in excellent spirits! We've had some nice conversations, both on the phone and on line. He is very appreciative of all the love and support he's received from everyone, and determined to use this time to heal and grow. If anybody can kick cancer's ass, it's Jeffrey!

The amazing Veronica Klaus will present four encore performances of her smash show Family Jewels -- which Jeffrey directed and which was a huge hit when it played earlier this year -- beginning Sunday, Oct. 3 at Theatre Rhino, to benefit the Jeffrey Hartgraves Cancer Fund. Go to www.JeffreyHartgraves.com for tickets and information.

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As of today, I have been smoke-free for seven whole days. Yes, it's true, I am making yet another attempt to kick my addiction to the evil weed, nicotine. Previous attempts have lasted anywhere from two weeks to eight months, so I know it is "do-able." It's just a matter of determination, patience and willpower.

Thanks to everyone who recommended Allen Carr's terrific book, The Easy Way to Stop Smoking. The book has been very helpful -- if you're currently struggling to stop smoking, I urge you to pick up a copy at Amazon.

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If I had known last Saturday what the coming week would hold, however, I might not have had the courage to quit!

While currently in rehearsals for Company of Angels' one-act fest "Fresh Meat," opening Sept. 26, I've also just been cast in not one but two USC graduate thesis films shooting this month!

The past two days have been a flurry of e-mails and phone calls back and forth, trying to coordinate rehearsals dates and shooting schedules. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining! In fact, I love doing a play while shooting a movie -- it seems terribly glamorous! And god bless the gang at Company of Angels, as they've been very accommodating. But it's been a real challenge not to light up while fretting about scheduling and struggling to memorize all three scripts.

In the hilarious Deer Season, I'll play "Morton," a nerdy big-city tax accountant stranded in the sticks, and forced to seek aid from a redneck hick who just might be a killer! Arvin Bautista directs Derek Stricker's terrific script. Then, in Christopher Weaver's chilling drama Gabriel, I'm a priest listening to the title character's shocking confessions.

I'm thrilled to be cast in two such wonderful projects, and look forward to getting started! But downtime on film sets has been my undoing during previous attempts to quit smoking, so wish me luck!

We Love You, Jeffrey!!

August 9, 2005

I think some people are put on this planet simply to make the rest of us laugh, to make the drudgery of everyday life a little more bearable.

That's certainly the case with my good friend Jeffrey Hartgraves. He was admitted to the hospital last week, and diagnosed with multiple myeloma. As soon as I got the news, I jumped in my car and sped up the I-5 to San Francisco (and getting a speeding ticket in the process) to be with him.

I won't sugar coat it -- he is in a lot of pain, and has a long haul ahead of him. But I was absolutely amazed by his joie de vivre. There he is, battling for his life, slipping in and out of consciousness, and still making jokes and cracking up his friends and the hospital staff.

Nurse: "Is there anything I can do, Mr. Hartgraves?"

Jeffrey: "I don't know, can you juggle?"

Nurse: "We're going to get you a new hospital gown."

Jeffrey: "Can I get something in a v-neck?"

At one point, when we all thought he was asleep, we discussed his transfer to the cancer ward. He immediately woke up. "Let’s not use that C word." So for the rest of the evening, we used a different but equally disgusting "C-word" -- which I simply cannot quote here!

Jeffrey is very much loved in the San Francisco theatre community. It was amazing how many friends showed up to the hospital to show their support -- the doctors finally had to ask everyone to limit their visits. Though I wish it were for a better reason, it was good to see all the gang again -- and very comforting to know that he has so much support. I will never, ever forget standing in the hallway after getting the news, hugging Veronica Klaus and Liz Ryan while we all struggled to keep from completely losing it.

Jeffrey is responsible for my favorite moments on stage: there is nothing like having to wait out a laugh on stage, watching an audience, absolutely alive and churning with laughter and hysteria. I've experienced that sensation often when working with Jeffrey: the "Fuck Bob" moment in Worse than Chocolate, wherein we both had to chew the inside of our lips to keep from cracking up; his "Exorcist" monologue from A Few Gay Men, which seemed to get bigger and funnier with each night’s performance; the entire Carved in Stone experience, which felt much more like going to a party each night than performing a show.

Jeffrey has created so much joy for not only those of us who've worked with him, but for anybody who's ever seen one of his shows or read his writings. There's got to be some great karma for making so many people feel so good! So please, send those good vibes...

And for updates on his condition, and stories of support and photos from friends, please check out his website at www.JeffreyHartgraves.com.

I Love LA in the Summer When it Sizzles*

July 20, 2005

During my days in San Francisco, some friends and I founded the "80s Club," and whenever the temperature soared above 80 degrees (a rare occurrence in the City by the Bay), we would all dash to the Cliff House for cocktails, and watch the hot sun disappear into the ocean.

Alas, if we had the "80s Club" in Los Angeles, we would all be raving alcoholics!

There’s no arguing that Los Angeles has some of the best weather in the country. And while this summer started out very mild, it’s now here with a vengeance! My poor cat Ozker, lethargic from the heat, hasn't left his spot on the hardwood floor for days!

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Speaking of heat, last weekend I drove to the El Portal Theatre in North Hollywood (only slightly cooler than Hades) for the ninth annual Playhouse West Film Festival. I made my LA stage debut at the El Portal last year, so it felt very nostalgic to return to the historic theatre for the screening of Divorce: American Style in the fest.

Sponsored by the world-famous acting school, the Playhouse West Film Festival features films made by and/or starring past and present members of their school -- with all proceeds going to support the Playhouse. Elena Fabri, my "ex-wife" in D:AS, has studied there for some time (and it shows -- she’s a great actress), so she was our "in" to the festival.

It was our first time seeing the film together (she was in Europe when it screened at USC), so we spent most of the screening giggling and whispering to each other, and hiding our faces on each other's shoulder. It was great to see Ryann Lauckner's film on the big screen again.

I loved the other two shorts on the program: Extras, directed by Matt Brennan, was a painfully hilarious look at a day in the life of a group of background performers on a sci-fi shoot. Nia Peeples' Treading Water (with one of my all-time favorite actresses, Roma Maffia), was about a group of ruthless low-budget filmmakers who will stop at nothing -- including murder -- to get rid of their overpaid screenwriter.

After the screenings, the directors took to the stage to discuss their films. The emphasis seemed to be that, with today's technology, anybody can make a film – and make it cheaply! It's been over ten years since I produced/directed OUT – but I must admit, the festival made me wonder if perhaps I should again! That is, if I don't dissolve into a puddle of sweat before the end of summer!

*With apologies to Cole Porter.

Coming Home, Coming Soon, Coming Back...

June 30, 2005

After a childhood in bucolic Indiana, then twenty years in charming San Francisco, I never thought I'd feel as if I belonged in Los Angeles. Sure, I'd find a residence, a place to hang my hat, but would I ever feel "at home"?

Well, guess what! Over Memorial Day weekend, we moved into my dream home -- and I don't ever plan to move again!!

It all happened so quickly! Laurence returned from his Sunday constitutional a few weeks ago, and announced that we were moving. Never mind that he had only seen the outside of our future residence. But when we went to see it, it was love at first sight! A beautiful 1940s-style two bedroom with hardwood floors, working fireplace, large kitchen, enclosed sun porch, all on a quiet, tree-lined street -- it actually reminded me of my grandmother's house. But unlike grandma's place, there's an orange tree in our backyard, and a palm tree and avocado tree in the front.

Though I've been in LA for over a year now, I finally feel as if I'm "home."

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Divorce: American Style, Ryan Lauckner's comedy short starring Elena Fabri and myself as battling ex-spouses, plays the Playhouse West Film Festival on July 17. I'm particularly proud of my work in this film. Having been criticized at times for "underplaying to a fault," it was a real challenge to play this part like a living cartoon character, with broad physicality. And what do you know -- I think it worked!

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Living in Los Angeles, the current box office slump is front page news almost every day. "Why is it happening?" "What can be done to reverse the trend?" I don't understand all the hysteria, as the answers seem so obvious to me! Make better movies! Give audiences fresh, original material, instead of rehashing old TV shows and remaking old films (the upcoming King Kong excluded, of course!). Stop hiring 20-somethings, fresh out of college and with no real experience, to run the studios! Quit releasing DVDs mere weeks after a film's theatrical run.

Don't cry too hard for the studios -- they are making a killing on the DVD releases -- as well as with the current trend of releasing entire television series on DVD. Instead, go to the movies to support your local theatre owners. They are the ones being hit the hardest -- though at over $10 a ticket, it's hard to feel too sympathetic!

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I'm addicted to The Comeback, Lisa Kudrow's new HBO series about an "over-the-hill" actress. Yes, the reviews were scathing, but I think critics didn't know what to make of it. Perhaps they were expecting some hilarious satire. In fact, the show is so honest, so realistic in its portrayal of Hollywood and the damage success can cause, that it's painful and difficult to watch. While never a fan of Friends, I'd seen a few episodes -- and think that Lisa Kudrow will make you forget all about Phoebe. The Comeback really showcases what a great actress she is -- I actually find myself feeling sorry for the megalomaniacal need-bag she plays. In fact, I often have to remind myself, while watching the show, that it's Lisa and not Shelley Long!

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Finally, I promised friends not to use this blog to sound off on political matters -- but I never said I wouldn't use it to refer you to other polictical blogs! Whenever I feel infuriated by Bush's idiotic, self-serving policies (which is constantly, these days), I find a bit of relief at the Huffington Post. Check it out!

Lina's Garden Blossoms With Brilliance!

March 21, 2005

Its always a thrill to watch a good friend deliver an absolutely electrifying performance. I had the pleasure of seeing just that this past weekend, watching my friend Marcella Pabros-Clark perform her powerful solo piece Lina's Garden in the Los Angeles Women's Theatre Festival at the Lee Strasberg Center this past weekend.

Well-directed by Marcella's husband, John Clark, Lina's Garden tells the true story of a mother's painful descent into mental illness. The story was riveting, moving and very painful. Yet Marcella's transformation was a wonderful thing to behold. As I sat there, mesmerized by her performance, I had to keep reminding myself that was Marcella I was watching -- her transformation was that complete. Marcella is a tall, svelte thing -- yet she seemed much shorter and stouter as Lina. She brilliantly changed her voice, her carriage and posture -- even her face seemed transformed into someone else's. And Marcella's dance background was evident as she fluidly moved about the stage -- going from standing to sitting to being in "stirrups" at an OB's office all in one fluid, graceful gesture.

We watched Lina devolve from an idealistic young immigrant into a wife and mother trapped in a loveless marriage, then into a broken shell of a woman. The script really made you understand how day-to-day disappointments, the thoughtless cruelty of others, and even world events (in this case, the assassination of President Kennedy) can all add up to break a person. And like the wonderful film Frances with Jessica Lange, it makes you question the definition of "mental illness."

Bravo, Marcella!!! You rock!

Getting My LA Groove On...

March 9, 2005

Life in Los Angeles is like living in a wind tunnel, even in the best of times. The endless hours of driving; juggling a day job against acting commitments; last-minute audition notices, often with less than 24 hours to prepare; the level of competition at those auditions; the fight against becoming "desperate" -- desperate for an agent, for connections, for work.

Next week marks the one-year anniversary of my setting anchor in LA. Thinking back to those stressful first months, it's hard to believe it's only been a year. Those early days were tough, when getting established seemed like an insurmountable task -- the slightest problem would set me off on a stinging diatribe against the Southland. I spent many evenings, lifeless in front of the TV, exhausted from the driving, the heat, the sheer magnitude of this city.

Recently, my friend, actor Levi Damione (Thief River), made the plunge and moved here. We met for dinner at Junior's, and it really made me stop and think: After twelve months, 54 auditions, four short films, one play, one car wreck, and a record-breaking winter rainfall, what had changed? Why do I feel now that I'm finally "getting my LA groove on?"

I think it began when I finally decided I couldn't play the "LA Game," that my best course of action is to do here what worked for me so well in SF -- just focus on the joy of acting, and let the other stuff (agents/connections, etc.) fall into place when/as they should.

Strange, but since I made that shift in my thinking, things have gotten better and better. It seems the minute I stopped "looking" for an agent, one "found" me. As soon as I stopped worrying about not working, the auditions started coming fast and furious, allowing me to "focus on the next one" instead of "obsessing about the last one."

One smart move was connecting with University of Southern California (USC) through the Now Casting website. More than a college, this school is like a small movie studio. The level of their filmmakers’ talent is amazing ... each one I’ve worked with seems to know exactly what he/she wants, and how to ask for it. Doing these student films is keeping me busy and, in its way, also acts as networking: you never know which student will be the next Ron Howard! Plus, USC screens students' films often, so you get opportunities for others to see your work.

I've also realized there’s no "coasting" in LA. A quiet evening at home is the exception, not the rule. Today, for example, I am working my day job, going straight to a doctor's appointment, doing a callback audition at the aforementioned USC, then dropping in a bit late to my acting class. While I enjoy an evening in front of a movie as much as the next guy, I'm a strong believer in doing something everyday to further your goals. So I had to change my perspective -- I must remember that I did not move to Hollywood to watch movies, but to make them!

And I'm learning to appreciate the environment of LA. It is a company town, no doubt about it. And even if the emphasis seems more on the "business" and less on the "show," it's great to live in a town where, when you tell someone you’re an actor, they respond with "oh" rather than "Ohhh!!!"

Finding a good acting class is also key, if for no other reason than to feel a part of the community. Living in LA sometimes feels like a lesson in isolation, so it’s important to connect with your fellow artists. I've recently been studying with Nicolas Coster, and his love of the art of acting is inspiring, and keeps my "flame" burning. He’s worked for over 50 years on stage, screen and TV, and with such actors as Laurence Oliver, James Earl Jones, Warren Beatty and Jane Fonda (and even played a villian on an episode of Wonder Woman!). He has the kind of career I hope some day to have!

Finally, I'm also learning the "lay of the land." No matter how big the city, if you spend enough time there, you eventually learn your way around. Not to say I don’t still occasionally use MapQuest to locate auditions -- but at least now I can find my way home on my own!

Don't get me wrong ... I still often feel like life in Los Angeles defies reason. I still don't quite understand why anyone not in the industry would live here. The capricious nature of this business can still be discouraging. I still don't enjoy auditioning for commercials. I still don't like talking on the cell phone while driving. I'm still frequently shocked by the amount and intensity of cleavage in this town. And the streets more often than not resemble the clogged arteries of a fast-food loving, chain-smoking Sumo wrestler. And I didn’t vote for mayor -- the first time I haven't voted since I could -- because I don't quite yet feel like a "resident."

But check in with me this time next year!

KA-BOOM!

February 13, 2005

They say you're not really a Los Angeles resident until you've had your first car accident. Well, I must report that, as of last Friday, I am now an official Los Angeles resident.

Never one to do things in a small way, my accident involved not one, not two, but three other cars in a four-car collision during morning rush hour on busy Olympic Boulevard. And no, I was not the cause!

I was on my way to Hollywood in the pouring rain to pick up a batch of headshots from the printer. I had just come to a stop behind six or seven other cars -- and as I whispered a silent "thank you" for good brakes -- KA-BOOM!! -- I was slammed from behind, and pushed into the car in front of me -- which pushed that car into the one in front of it.

I jumped out of my just-paid-off car, and when I saw the damage to the car that hit me -- busted headlight, torn-off grill, etc. -- I feared the worst. Thankfully, other than a large chunk of headlight glass wedged into my bumper and a left rear fender popped out of place, the brunt of the blow seemed to land on George W.'s face -- rather, his visage on my "Bush Lies" bumper sticker. I will resist the urge to make a liberal crack, lest I end up a guest at Guantanamo!

You hear a lot of stories about "road rage" in Los Angeles -- but thankfully all the drivers in this pile-up were friendly and conscientious ... We stood in the pouring rain, in the middle of whizzing traffic, exhanging phone numbers, insurance information and even a few nervous laughs. The driver behind me even apologized for ruining my bumper sticker!

Becoming Crisp

February 9, 2005

I'm amazed, two years after we performed Carved in Stone, that people still remember that show! It's very gratifying, because playing Quentin Crisp in that show was not only a career highlight, but one of the highlights of my life!

I was recently asked by Mr. Phillip Ward, executor of Quentin Crisp's estate and webmaster of the terrific www.crisperanto.com website, to write a piece about my experience playing Mr. Crisp for his website's anniversary.

The article should appear shortly on the website -- but until then, here' s a sneak peak!

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"You really should play Quentin Crisp!"

I first heard those words in 1985, when my acting coach assigned me Quentin’s witness-stand monologue from The Naked Civil Servant. Having just moved to San Francisco from Indiana, I'd never heard of Quentin Crisp. But as I read his book, then watched the BBC film, I realized we were kindred spirits -- we'd both suffered through horrendous childhoods being bullied and bashed; yet we had refused to hide our "true selves" from the world. But while Quentin's life had been far harsher than mine, his resolve was stronger as well. I was so impressed and inspired by Mr. Crisp's strength and gentility, I hoped that this wouldn't be the last time I had the opportunity to honor him.

"You really should play Quentin Crisp!"

Fast forward to November 21, 1999. Lamenting Mr. Crisp's passing with my friend, gay activist Gil Block, I hear him speak those familiar words.

So on the way home I called my good friend, Bay Area theatre wunderkind Jeffrey Hartgraves. "Write me a show in which I can play Quentin Crisp," I joked.

I could tell he was intrigued, but since Jeffrey and I frequently bounce ideas off one another, I didn’t expect much to come of it. But he called back less than an hour later, with an outline and the first few pages!

Carved in Stone would feature Mr. Crisp alongside other gay literati Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams and Oscar Wilde, as they welcome a fifth, fictional literary icon to an afterlife lounge. Jeffrey finished the script in a matter of weeks. And to paraphrase Mr. Crisp, "When I first read the script, I knew I wanted it!"

A staged reading confirmed the script was a winner, and Jeffrey began sending it out to theatre companies. But I desperately wanted to do the show myself, so I eventually proposed to Jeffrey that we produce it. We cast several well-known Bay Area actors to complete the cast, wooed award-winning John Fisher to direct, sweet-talked some generous investors, and reserved the Eureka Theatre for August 2002.

Then the work really began! I immersed myself in Quentin's world. I watched Jonathan Nossier's 1990 documentary Resident Alien repeatedly. Quentin's book-on-tape of the same name found a permanent place in my Walkman. I watched almost all of his film appearances, and read everything written by him or about him. Brian deShazor of Pacific Radio Archives was invaluable, sending me interviews and other materials. (Phillip Ward and this very website also provided important information!)

Two great dialect coaches, Lisa Jones and Kimberly Mohne-Hill, helped me solidify my British accent. But Quentin's distinctive voice was about more than dialect. I found the right gravely timbre by singing Blondie songs at the top of my lungs while chain-smoking as I drove to the theatre each night. Because the show was fast-paced farce, I couldn't literally recreate the pacing of his voice, so I was free to experiment a little. It ultimately became a mix of Quentin, Joan Collins, Roddy McDowell and Lauren Bacall.

I'm a big believer in the importance of costumes. Although we had award-winning costumer Jim Kumiega on the show, I insisted on shopping for my costume myself. And what fun it was, digging through bins of scarves at thrift stores, finding just the right pins for my lapels, looking for the perfect ring. I found an ideal hat, but it was feared that wearing it on stage would leave me in shadows. So I saved it for my final exit.

But it takes more than clothes to make the man. In my thirties and standing a skinny six feet tall, I was about to play an octogenarian much shorter and stouter -- it didn’t help that I was the tallest member of the cast! With a big violet-white wig atop my head, we added padding around my middle to add weight, rubber bands around my wrists to age my hands, and so much make-up and latex that I had to arrive at the theatre an hour before the other actors. I grew my fingernails long, like his, and stopped clipping ear- and nose-hair.

Getting his carriage down was easy, actually. Having suffered from a mild hernia, I instantly recognized Quentin's walk as that of a hernia sufferer, whose slightest movement could cause pain. After completing the physical transformation each night, I would spend 20 minutes or so pacing backstage, letting Mr. Crisp take over.

Carved in Stone opened at the Eureka on August 7, 2002, to wonderful audience response and outstanding reviews. My favorite blurbs were ones that described Mr. Crisp more than myself. Particularly satisfying was the San Francisco Chronicle: "Acord is a point-perfect Crisp, gracefully frail, gently sardonic and sweetly wry."

I admit that playing Quentin did "rub off" on me -- I found myself becoming much more tolerant. One night before a performance, I was next in line at Starbucks when a customer cut in front of me. As the cashier was about to speak out, I found myself saying, "It's fine. It's too nice a day to be in a rush." Was that me??

I even graciously gave away one of the show's biggest jokes to "Truman Capote" because the line was a little too lascivious for the celibate Quentin. Anyone who knows actors knows they just don't give away dialogue, especially a line guaranteed to get laughs!

Quentin's main philosophy -- live life like you're the only one on the planet -- really struck a chord with me. He knew exactly who he was, and had the courage to be just that, bullies be damned. I try to follow that advice to this day. (According to Jeffrey, I already drive like I'm the only one on the planet!)

Jeffrey and I are now working on a Los Angeles production of Carved in Stone, and hope to have it on the boards by year's end. I can't wait. As those who saw the show have told me, I really should play Quentin -- again!

A Chilling Winter

February 6, 2005

I was honored to spend the 60th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz playing a Jewish prisoner of that hellish place in the new short film ...That Winter. Director Leor Ram based his script on the true story of his great-uncle, whose family was tortured and killed upon its arrival at the camp.

I had barely a week to prepare for the shoot. Alas, most of the material available on the Holocaust is written from a historical perspective, which isn't very helpful when you're trying to "live it." So I followed Leor's advice, and watched The Pianist, Schindler's List, and PBS' recent documentary series on the death camp. I tried not to think of the six million killed, and focus only on how it felt for my family to be there.

Yet thanks to wonderful clothes from Eastern Costumes, and fantastic make-up and effects by Jill Ventimiglia, it didn’t take much to feel we were really "there." What is it about a swastika armband that conveys such horror?

Leor had originally wanted to shoot the film in the mountains around Los Angeles, in order to get a snow-covered ground. Although I think that would have been visually impressive, I am grateful that we ended up shooting in the relative warmth of LA's beautiful Griffith Park.

Different actors have different ways of working, especially on material so traumatic. Some actors prefer to keep it light, to joke and play between takes, while others need to "get in the space" and stay there for the duration of shooting. We were all, I think, a little nervous that first morning, trying to "feel" each other out -- but it’s a credit to this cast that by the end of that first day, we had found our collective groove and were able to relax a bit between set-ups.

While the entire cast is outstanding, I can't rave enough about my "wife" Danna Jones. Hers is an amazingly fluid talent! It was astonishing to watch her work -- her dedication and devotion, how she could get right back where she needed to be. It was agonizing at times, watching her react to her family's destruction. Even while face down in my grave, as my "exit wound" turned me into a human fly strip, the sound of her grief was bone-chilling! Watch out for her, she's a tremendous talent!

Trick or Treat, D.C.-Style

October 30, 2004

I've been asked why I didn't post my Halloween photo gallery, as in years past. To be honest, the real-life anxiety of the upcoming election, and the possible horrors of its potential outcome, has completely dampened my usually boundless Halloween spirit.

By this point, any further campaigning and preaching is pointless -- everyone has made up his/her mind. All I can say at this point is:

VOTE, DAMMIT!

Long on Shorts

October 24, 2004

Many actors turn up their noses at "student films." Not me! The scripts are often first-rate, and frequently allow me to play "against type." Besides, today's student could be tomorrow's "next big thing" -- plus it's always fun to be working!

I've worked on some student sets that rival the work ethic and know-how of professionals. I just shot two such shorts, through Cal State Long Beach University, and both experiences were terrific. The crews were amazingly smart, energetic and passionate -- if too young to live!

Writer/director Wooja Park's Family Game is an amazingly economical story of lies and deceit beneath the surface of a seemingly perfect suburban family. As mom, dad, son and daughter spend "quality time" over dinner, their inner-thoughts expose their façade. Heidemarie Fuentes, Brett Newton and Courtney Fine played wife and kids, respectively. It was fun to play a "dad" again, especially one who's a deceitful fraud.

The next weekend, it was off to the Benton Pier in Long Beach before dawn to shoot Murky Water, an enigmatic film noir written & directed by Abe Espinoza. Jennifer Kramer and I play "Dawn" and "Alexander," who face off on a pier at twilight for a modern-day duel. Thankfully, after two days of rain, the skies had cleared -- just the same, I'm glad my costume included a thick, wool trench coat. But since his film was a film noir, after all, I think Abe would have been happier if it had rained!

I love the twist ending in this one! I've been "off’ed" frequently and by many bizarre methods -- gored by a hungry rat (Rat in the Can), injected in the neck with a hypodermic needle (Mortuary), seduced by a serial killer (Foucault Who?), ravaged by revolutionaries (The Hard Heart), overdosing on sleeping pills (Last Sunday in June) – so a mere gunshot seems almost exotic!

I still have to go back to record voiceovers for both films, and look forward to seeing the "kids" again.

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While I sometimes feel like a grizzled film veteran working with students, I'm still new enough in LA that I feel like a complete film-loving nerd otherwise. Case in point: I just made my first trip onto the 20th Century-Fox lot for a screening of Alexander Payne's new film Sideways at the Zanuck Theatre, at the invitation of friends Nic. Tenbrook and Jennifer Meltzer. I struggled not to gasp as we drove onto to the lot and past "New York Street" -- or gawk at the classic director's eight Oscars, on display behind glass in the lobby of the theatre bearing his name.

Sideways stars Paul Giamatti, Thomas Haden Church and Virginia Madsen, and their performances are so realistic and touching that you feel almost voyeuristic. Though the "awards season" is only just starting, this one is my out-of-the-gate favorite! If it's playing in your town, rush out now to see it!

A Single-lar Sensation

October 18, 2004

I began my career in San Francisco, and it seems no matter how much time I spend in Hollywood, I always go back -- if for no other reason than to see friends and watch them in new productions.

I just returned from a whirlwind weekend up north, and it felt like I was on tour!

It started with a quick visit with Sami Antoinette, my first drama coach, who now lives in Sacramento with her partner Kevin. She’s been dealing with some health issues lately, so I wanted to pop in and lift her spirits. Despite high school and college acting courses, Sami is the one who taught me not only how to really act, but who also instilled in me a love of art and the life of an artist. I frequently call her "Madame Sousatzka," after the Shirley MacLaine film -- and if you knew Sami, you would understand why! We caught up over a pizza, reminisced about former students and worried about the upcoming election.

Then it was up to Sonoma, to spend the night with friends Todd and Danielle Freeman, and our two terrific god-sons Alex and Max. It was great to kick back and relax after a long day of driving.

But the following morning, it was back in the car and down to San Francisco. First up was a quick visit with good friend Erika Atkinson, who served my favorite champagne (Freixenet) and delicious hors d'oeuvre. A long-time theatre fan, she's about to make her stage debut as "Madame Rosemond" in Les Liaisons Dangereuses, so we had lots to discuss!

From there, it was off to dinner with friend Jim Kumiega at Del Fina. Yes, more champagne!

Theater Rhinoceros was next on the itinerary, for the American Premiere of Alan Bennett's evening of two one-acts Single Spies, starring Jeffrey Hartgraves, Matt Weimer, Libby O’Connell, Greg Lucey, Dominick Marrone & John Fisher. Jeffrey starred as exiled British spy Guy Burgess in the first act, An Englishman Abroad, directed by Fisher -- and directed Fisher in the second act, A Question of Attribution.

The entire production was first rate, from performances to sets to lighting to accents. Fisher, who's also Creative Director of Rhino, is to be applauded for raising the bar for his theatre.

All the players were amazingly on target. Jeffrey's transformation was so complete that I forgot it was a friend I was watching. Matt Weimer's government investigator in the second act once again confirms his versatility. Especially effective was Libby, who did double duty, playing Coral Browne in the first act, and Queen Elizabeth in the second. Libby's always been one of my favorite actresses -- we actually met at an audition at least ten years ago. A few years later, at the opening of my one-man show Last Sunday in June, she approached me, saying she saw an ad for the show, and remembered me from that audition years ago. Why, oh why, did I leave San Francisco before sharing a stage with this amazing actress? Oh, well -- maybe some day!

As if I didn't have enough friends on stage, the audience was packed with friends as well, including Liz Ryan (Worse than Chocolate), Matthew Martin (Carved in Stone), theatre maven Jenn Garagliano and photographer David Wilson.

After the show, we spoke with John Fisher about the upcoming Los Angeles production of Carved in Stone (more on that soon!), then most of us went for a drink -- but by this time I was so completely "champagned out," I sipped a Coke!

It was great to see everyone again! I’ll be back soon!

My First Little Piece of Nothing In Particular...