I’m a bit late on this one, but on Sunday I auditioned for a short film down on Western. I’d been to this same building once before, and I’ll bet that as time goes on I’ll have read in all three of the rooms there. This time I was trying for the part of a youngish dad who is having trouble connecting with his son. It was a decent part of the script to work with, and so was more fun than the average.
I think it went well. A very eager assistant handed me a single page to read from, even though I’d prepared for the nearly three they sent me as sides. I immediately went into the room, as I was the first actor there that morning, and did my thing for the director and another assistant (DP? AD? Producer? I don’t remember), who was my scene partner for the audition. The director asked me to read a second page, so I suppose he liked my take on the character. Then he asked me what drew me to the part. That was nice, since I got to have another friendly conversation with the filmmakers. I rambled a bit, but said I liked the whole father-son connection thing, and that it was a real situation to be confused about how to parent, playing a role because you think that’s what you’re supposed to be like. Almost a role-within-a-role, acting inside acting. Bada-bing, thanks very much we’ll let you know, and I drove home. The whole thing probably lasted six minutes.
