Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Head-in-a-Cart Takes an Improv Class


Years ago…YEARS ago…. I took a theater acting class because I felt I needed to find out what actors did.  How could I communicate with actors if I didn’t know what it is they do other than memorize text?  It was a scary thing for me to do even though a few years before (during my Existential Period) I had joined a theater group in Mexico.  I didn’t really learn to do much except stretch out and run around in a circle at varying speeds.  Mostly we sat on stage talking, drinking red wine and smoking.  The drinking and smoking part of the theater was fun for me.  Not the acting.  I adapted Kafka’s Metamorphosis into a monologue and I recited it while I writhed on the floor.  My teacher said I was good.  Of course I wasn’t.  I was a bad cockroach.  A terrible cockroach.  No cockroach would have believed that performance even though I did put in a lot of effort into trying to portray what a cockroach would think and feel in that situation.

Ok, so my second attempt at theater was at a local community college theater class and after a few weeks the teacher told me I was a head in a cart.  Those were her exact words.   I didn’t take it personally since it’s true.  I was actually comforted that someone had found a way to describe me perfectly.  I’ve been a photographer since childhood and I’m at home behind the camera.  I never fancied myself a performer.  I’m an introvert and I live inside my head.  I couldn’t stop thinking and was unable to just act. Do. Be. Anything but think.  And I just don’t think. I over think. Every single little thing.  And the conclusion is always the same: I’M NO GOOD.  That’s why I suck at dating too.  And right now I’m analyzing this paragraph and concluding it’s no good.  Anyway, all I wanted was to become a better director.  Although the class helped me appreciate the skills of a trained actor, I dropped out with a third of the semester to go. 

And now here were are.  You know that cliché quote some famous dead person said, “Do something that scares you every day?” I do that. Well, not every single day but I don’t shy away from challenges or new experiences.  (Out of necessity, I have finally conquered my fear of Photoshop.)  I tend to run away from the comfort zone if I ever find myself in it.  The comfort zone is good at paralyzing you and if you’re paralyzed, you’ll never be able to make films without money.  You learn absolutely nothing in the comfort zone.

I first heard of UCB at a Sundance Comedy Lab I attended last year.  UCB this, UCB that, I met her at UCB, go to UCB, blah blah blah, UCB.  I didn’t even know that it stood for Upright Citizens Brigade.  I looked it up and kind of forgot about it until I heard it mentioned again at another panel and then another panel and then again at this year’s Sundance Shorts Lab.  Then I couldn’t shake it.  I felt there was something there I had to explore.  So I started to stalk the website for upcoming classes without having any luck.  I got frustrated and wrote to the person in charge of those things.  She told me I would have to continue to monitor the website and be patient.  And that’s what I have been doing for weeks: refreshing the page every ten minutes.  I finally got lucky this morning and saw a class I could take had been posted.  I paid and here I am.

Why would I want to try this again if I already failed twice?  Why would I want to get in front of people and try to make up funny shit to make them laugh?  (OMG! I write funny stuff for OTHER people to perform.) Why? It’s not that I want to be a performer.  I want to make unique comedies.  I want to work with trained, funny people.  I want to be able to speak their language.  I want make the best product possible.  So I’m jumping.  I’m jumping into the abyss as my former existential, cockroach-portraying self used to say.

I say it all the time.  The most courageous thing any human being can do is get in front of an audience and try to make people laugh.  If I can pull this off without diarrhea-ing on stage, I will be able to do just about anything else without being crippled by fear.  I know it.  But the most I can hope is that I will get some tools to make funnier and better films and meet funny people to collaborate with in the future.  That is the true goal.

My first class is next Wednesday, October 3rd, my birthday.  I will let you know how it went. 

Monday, September 24, 2012

A milestone. Yeah, really.

It took many years and watching a lot of how to YouTube videos, but I've finally conquered PhotoShop.  And by that I mean I can do basic stuff without having a nervous breakdown.  It feels great. This handicap has been nagging at me for a long time because PhotoShop is the only thing that makes me feel stupid. 

It's just impossible for me to process how I'm able to work with other programs such as Final Cut Pro with ease and not get PhotoShop.

I wish I could run to the top of a mountain and scream I DID IT!!!  But this post will do.

Friday, September 07, 2012

Screenplay Finalist: 1st & 10

My screenplay, 1st & 10, is a finalist at the Broad Humor Film Festival which will take place from September 27-30th in Venice, California.  Of course, winning is the coolest, but the second coolest thing is that BHFF has what’s called the “Broadsides Lab” to give writers the chance to enjoy the spotlight. BHFF invites all the screenplay finalists to submit pages which they cast with professional actors who then read for an invited audience.  The Lab will take place on Sunday, September 30th at 1:00 p.m.

Here’s the full list of finalists:


Cricket by Alissa Dean

Lush Adventures by Jane Meikle

Hot Flash by Su Hoyle and Nina Wishengrad

Tinker by Erin Rae Miller

Meet Cute by Susie Ruckle

Belayed by Belle Karper

Sam Houston Colt 45 by Mary Huckstep

Snowball’s Chance by D. A. Stenard

Risk 101 by Hannah Leskosky

Boyfriend for Hire by Gloria Ann Smith



Do You Have a Minute? by Hanna Leskosky

Lit Mag by Taylor Tetreau

Empty Nest by Kate Wood

Spin by Judith Lutz

1st & 10 by Teri Carson

Logline: On their way to brunch, a couple spots another couple at the park tossing a football around and stop to say a quick hello.  Soon the women are cajoled into a friendly game of couple’s football where they end up acting up their frustrations with each other on the field.

In other news, I have just released Heartbreak in 209 Cuts for a limited time (until I update my website) on Vimeo.  I think a year is enough of a festival run and I have to turn my attention to my latest baby, Toñita Runs Away, which, incidentally, will also screen at the BHFF on Sunday after the Lab.  More details to come after BHFF updates its website.


You can watch Heartbreak here:
As a juicy aside (I have to put this in because for the most part this is a really boring post), one of the finalists above cried after I beat her in the same category two years ago.  It was really awkward because she stayed for the closing night party and kept on crying in her husband's arms.  I'm just glad we're not in the same category and she should be glad too because, well...the odds would have been stacked up against her. Just sayin' as they say.