Gus Van Sant Hates Us
Well, he does not care for our image, but still: same thing.
Well, we went to this last Saturday's open casting call for Gus Van Sant's latest project, Milk. (Based off of the life of former San Francisco Supervisor Harvey Milk, etc. etc...you know the story -- well, at least you should.) It was our first-ever open casting call, in fact. We were nervous. And totally unprepared.
When we arrived on the scene, all of the other cows had a handsome headshot with them and owned bragging rights to envious bit parts on their thespionic resumes. (Impressive showboating from guys claiming "I had a scene with Will Smith's kid" and "I just got a speaking part in Saw IV" littered the Sanchez School where the call took place.) We waited in the middle school hallway until escorted in a single-file line into an auditorium to fill out paper work and have our picture taken. Wee. But the only interesting thing to note was that Gus Van Sant was there, sneakers and all! We almost got a shot of him for you all, but after we took two innocent pictures with our phone -- the stupid shutter sound on our stupid BlackBerry will not mute -- we were asked to put it away. Nicely. Sort of.
Anyway, the goal was to get a callback for a speaking role when the film starts shooting in San Francisco come January. Brimming with eagerness, we waited by the phone all night. No one called. No one. We didn't get asked to return in Sant's presence to tryout for a speaking bit because we're ugly, fat, and everyone in the world totally hates us, and that's cool. (We should have made a brooding face in our picture, not a stupid smile. Or at least brought a bottle of poppers along with us. Gah!) But we look forward to seeing what Van Sant does with the life of Mr. Milk, see who gets to play DiFi, and what Matt Damon looks like as a brunette.
Did anyone else out there get a callback? Oh yeah? You did? Guess what, we hate you. No, not really. But we'd love to hear what you had to do for the second audition.