Tuesday, February 09, 2010
**sorry, I am still thinking about my last post. I just feel like I’m on the verge of figuring something a lot bigger out. For me at least. So forgive me if I rant on this idea for a while**
I don’t know why I’m excited by this thought process, but I am! I feel as if something important just made its’ way into my brain. I don’t want people to think that I’m just now figuring out that we should be always be acting/saying what the character would in any situation, I think this goes beyond that train of thought. This, to me, feels like such a deeper way of viewing one self in a scene.
If you are playing an asshole, are you saying asshole things because that is how you view assholes, or are you saying things that sound assholey because you want the world to like you, but it just comes out wrong like an asshole would say?
Nobody is an asshole because they want to be, it is part of their makeup and inability to realize they are an asshole. Hitler really thought he was doing the world a bit of service. Drunks act like they have to prove that they are sober. The whole Hipster scene is created from a bunch of nerds who tried to be cool.
I think the only people who act like they want to be perceived are porn stars.
I don’t know why I’m excited by this thought process, but I am! I feel as if something important just made its’ way into my brain. I don’t want people to think that I’m just now figuring out that we should be always be acting/saying what the character would in any situation, I think this goes beyond that train of thought. This, to me, feels like such a deeper way of viewing one self in a scene.
If you are playing an asshole, are you saying asshole things because that is how you view assholes, or are you saying things that sound assholey because you want the world to like you, but it just comes out wrong like an asshole would say?
Nobody is an asshole because they want to be, it is part of their makeup and inability to realize they are an asshole. Hitler really thought he was doing the world a bit of service. Drunks act like they have to prove that they are sober. The whole Hipster scene is created from a bunch of nerds who tried to be cool.
I think the only people who act like they want to be perceived are porn stars.
**I thought of this as I was reviewing some shows from this weekend, in my head, when I had a pretty big lesson slammed into my brain when thinking about a character Scott Adsit played.**
Scott Adsit really impressed me this past weekend. He is always impressive, duh, but he really showed me how smart he is on stage Saturday. During a scene in a restaurant, he was made into retarded busboy, because he chose to do a strange voice/body stance in the scene. I’m sure he didn’t plan on being that, but someone called out his mannerism as retarded…cool.
Scott played this character so brilliantly, and in such a different light than I am used to people playing gifted people. He tried so hard to be the best waiter he could, which is the absolute best way to play a special person. It wasn’t about doing a fucking voice, it wasn’t about getting away with doing things wrong, it was about trying to be the best waiter he could be, and that made it amazing to watch. I feel we improvisers often use retarded as a gimmick to get away with shit we wouldn’t normally do in a scene, because we are a character who has a slanted view of the world. Which isn’t the way gifted people behave. They try so hard to appear normal that they go above and beyond in everything they do, and Scott fucking nailed it.
I think the biggest note I took away from this was that the character took pride in his job vs being surprised when he did something right. He was ashamed when he did something wrong instead of laughing at himself for being a retard.
I think the simplest way to look at it is this:
We shouldn’t play a character based off of how the world views him/her, but we should play a character as he/she would want the world to view them.
I’m going to have to look at my character work and see how I play, because now I feel like I’ve been doing it slightly wrong which probably has led me to be a little bit ironically detached.
Scott Adsit really impressed me this past weekend. He is always impressive, duh, but he really showed me how smart he is on stage Saturday. During a scene in a restaurant, he was made into retarded busboy, because he chose to do a strange voice/body stance in the scene. I’m sure he didn’t plan on being that, but someone called out his mannerism as retarded…cool.
Scott played this character so brilliantly, and in such a different light than I am used to people playing gifted people. He tried so hard to be the best waiter he could, which is the absolute best way to play a special person. It wasn’t about doing a fucking voice, it wasn’t about getting away with doing things wrong, it was about trying to be the best waiter he could be, and that made it amazing to watch. I feel we improvisers often use retarded as a gimmick to get away with shit we wouldn’t normally do in a scene, because we are a character who has a slanted view of the world. Which isn’t the way gifted people behave. They try so hard to appear normal that they go above and beyond in everything they do, and Scott fucking nailed it.
I think the biggest note I took away from this was that the character took pride in his job vs being surprised when he did something right. He was ashamed when he did something wrong instead of laughing at himself for being a retard.
I think the simplest way to look at it is this:
We shouldn’t play a character based off of how the world views him/her, but we should play a character as he/she would want the world to view them.
I’m going to have to look at my character work and see how I play, because now I feel like I’ve been doing it slightly wrong which probably has led me to be a little bit ironically detached.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
I just did something I wonder if anyone else has ever done. I asked Achilles to be a personal coach for me. Being the amazing person he is, he agreed. I was thinking about sports, as I am ought to do, and the correlations between them and improvisation. We use a lot of terminology from sports when we discuss improv, and since sports are what I know best I started to dig further. I realized that the best people in their fields often times get a specialized coach who drills them extra outside of their regular practices.
I love the teams I am on, but most of the notes and work that we do is on how to improve as a team, and as valuable as that is, I feel that if I also work on myself *always* then I inevitably will help out the team. I feel like I need some eyes directly focusing on me. This is more of a test more than anything….it might be annoying. For now though I am pretty excited by the prospect on getting a lot of individualized notes.
I love the teams I am on, but most of the notes and work that we do is on how to improve as a team, and as valuable as that is, I feel that if I also work on myself *always* then I inevitably will help out the team. I feel like I need some eyes directly focusing on me. This is more of a test more than anything….it might be annoying. For now though I am pretty excited by the prospect on getting a lot of individualized notes.
I'm posting this here where my views are a little more private.
I probably should keep my nose out of other people's philosophies, but I don't know if I fully agree with this. I do feel that fighting for the sake of fighting, in scenes, is a pitfall that a lot of people fall into and often make for bad scenes.
But I do feel that sometimes arguing and fighting can be fun, as long as you aren't doing it with the idea of winning the argument. If you remember that the scene isn’t about the argument and that the emotions and fighting is a reaction to the unusual thing, then we can still play with it.
Arguing can stall a scene and stop it from moving forward, but if you are smart enough to continue to forward the scene and play the game, then why not? Yes, I’d rather have a fun scene where we are both on the same page, but that isn’t always going to happen because we are human and don’t see everything the same way.
I think to say any type of scene can't work is a bad way to think. I remember Anthony King once telling me had never seen a good running scene. Few weeks later I saw Roo Roo do an entire Monoscene as a running scene, and it was brilliant. Sure, we want to avoid doing things that are more likely to suck, but if we didn't, Sportscenter wouldn't have a Top 10 plays of the week.
I’ve been telling teams I coach that if someone starts a fight with you in a scene, there’s no way that scene is going to be good so you might as well just start yelling at the top of your lungs and acting as crazy as possible.
I probably should keep my nose out of other people's philosophies, but I don't know if I fully agree with this. I do feel that fighting for the sake of fighting, in scenes, is a pitfall that a lot of people fall into and often make for bad scenes.
But I do feel that sometimes arguing and fighting can be fun, as long as you aren't doing it with the idea of winning the argument. If you remember that the scene isn’t about the argument and that the emotions and fighting is a reaction to the unusual thing, then we can still play with it.
Arguing can stall a scene and stop it from moving forward, but if you are smart enough to continue to forward the scene and play the game, then why not? Yes, I’d rather have a fun scene where we are both on the same page, but that isn’t always going to happen because we are human and don’t see everything the same way.
I think to say any type of scene can't work is a bad way to think. I remember Anthony King once telling me had never seen a good running scene. Few weeks later I saw Roo Roo do an entire Monoscene as a running scene, and it was brilliant. Sure, we want to avoid doing things that are more likely to suck, but if we didn't, Sportscenter wouldn't have a Top 10 plays of the week.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Improv front – Nothing much is different. How much is too much is an interesting improv debate. People worried about getting burnt out, or people wondering what the best way to get better is. I don’t think there is a formula to this. I think you do as much as you can until it stops being fun and you don’t feel as if you are learning anything from it. People take classes, sit in practice groups, and they hear the same note over and over again. Are they learning anything? That is up to them to figure out. I think if you can’t be committed to a group, 100%, then, GTFO. If you can’t commit to a class, GTFO. If you are half-assing anything because you feel you are doing too much, then you are! I think it is pretty simple to realize if you are improving or doing to much to your own detriment. Right now I’m in two groups that I give everything I can do. With Badman I love the chance to play the straight man. I feel like I learn every time I step into practice/onto stage with them. I also love playing with The Fritz. I feel that I get to flex other comedic muscles with them. Making big choices, being a little bit sillier and not letting form beat me down.
Just like any machine. Figure out your point where you overheat, then stop just shy of that and keep it there unless something changes.
Personally wise – I rearranged my room last night and I feel amazing! I was able to add SO much floor space by shifting some bigger furniture around and using corners more efficiently.
I did Yoga for the first time last night and had trouble with it due to the lack of space. Problem solved. I actually enjoyed Yoga too!
I also went running, cleaned my room, read some and thought of some stand-up jokes. All-in-all….a very good evening.
DSIF (I still call it that) is in 3 weeks. Looking forward to going home and having fun.
Just like any machine. Figure out your point where you overheat, then stop just shy of that and keep it there unless something changes.
Personally wise – I rearranged my room last night and I feel amazing! I was able to add SO much floor space by shifting some bigger furniture around and using corners more efficiently.
I did Yoga for the first time last night and had trouble with it due to the lack of space. Problem solved. I actually enjoyed Yoga too!
I also went running, cleaned my room, read some and thought of some stand-up jokes. All-in-all….a very good evening.
DSIF (I still call it that) is in 3 weeks. Looking forward to going home and having fun.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
One of my frustrations lately, with improvisation, is just the basics. I think, in general, we do a pretty poor job of laying down the basics of a scene, which is bad for our students to see. I mean, if the people on Harold Night don’t do it, why should they? So I am really going to push to lead by example and really get back to the basics. I don’t want to do anymore scenes in an undefined space. It is too hard.
Lately I have been really pushing myself to play more characters. I think I am pretty good at characters, so I should be utilizing that talent more. I realized I play a lot of female characters as well. I wonder why. With my endeavor to play more characters, my game play has suffered a bit. I’m not overly worried about that because while you work one muscle more, then other muscles need time to adjust to the new strain. I have never cared about being the best, but I really do want to be a very well rounded improviser. I’d also be just as happy to be known as a great straight man.
As soon as my tax returns come in, I’m going to sign up for another 500. I don’t know who I am going to take yet, so I might base my decision on who is also going to take the class. I’m not really interested in taking 600s. Not that I don’t find forms fun, but I’d rather continue to work on me as a player and really become great at Harold.
Lately I have been really pushing myself to play more characters. I think I am pretty good at characters, so I should be utilizing that talent more. I realized I play a lot of female characters as well. I wonder why. With my endeavor to play more characters, my game play has suffered a bit. I’m not overly worried about that because while you work one muscle more, then other muscles need time to adjust to the new strain. I have never cared about being the best, but I really do want to be a very well rounded improviser. I’d also be just as happy to be known as a great straight man.
As soon as my tax returns come in, I’m going to sign up for another 500. I don’t know who I am going to take yet, so I might base my decision on who is also going to take the class. I’m not really interested in taking 600s. Not that I don’t find forms fun, but I’d rather continue to work on me as a player and really become great at Harold.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
1: If you feel the need to be funny, make an observation about the unusual thing with your point of view.
2: If you want to make the scene funny, have a strong reaction to the unusual thing and invest in it.
Last night I did the first one, and shat all over the second one.
2: If you want to make the scene funny, have a strong reaction to the unusual thing and invest in it.
Last night I did the first one, and shat all over the second one.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Max takes catering gigs to swing by each month without workin too damn hard and lives with his twin brother. He broke up with his last girlfriend because he didnt love her enough. He prefers to sleep in late, shower when essential and charm his way into girl's undies.
Max: Dude, I need to get laid something fierce.
Leo: I hear ya bro. This time don’t let me “hear” you though.
Max: That wasn’t my fault. Never fuck an Aries. They are screamers. One time this one chick started making noises like an African Rhino.
Leo: Why do you say the rhino was African?
Max: She is African, so I guess that is all she knows.
Leo: You have a weird logic fuck-o. Anyways, I gotta go get my check up.
Max: You shouldn’t worry about your health so much. It isn’t worth it to worry about everything so much and that shit will just stress you out.
Leo: Well, if I had sex with as many women as you have, I’d get checked up every day.
Max: If it ain’t swollen, everything is golden.
Leo: Later dude.
Max: Peace. Maybe the Dr. will play with your balls at least.
Leo: That’s his job. Asshole.
Jordyn sits at her monotonous office job and fantasizes about splashing in puddles with the appropriate rain gear on, prank calling the post office to report a missing package that doesnt exist, and jumping on a freshly made bed for good luck. After she discovers her longtime boyfriend had a 2nd girlfriend, she masks her hurt with casual sex.
Loraine: London City post office, how can I direct your call?
Jordyn: I was supposed to receive a package on Wed, and I still haven’t received it. It was some rifle polish from the Strike Hunt store.
Loraine: From the Strike Hunt store? Is that new? I’ve never heard of it.
Jordyn: Yes, my friend suggested it to me though and he says you never feel the same after you Strike Hunt.
Loraine: Do you have a reference number?
Jordyn: 46386723
Loraine: Ok I’ll look into and give you a call back. I was actually looking to buy my husband a gift. Maybe he would like Strike Hunt?
Jordyn: I have no doubt that he would. Google it. Have a wonderful day.
Loraine: Thank you. And to you to. *click*
Jordyn: I need to grow up. But all that talk about cunts has made me a little amorous. Now where is my jack rabbit?
One of Jordyn's coworker's mom dies. So people from her division make a group trip to the wake. Max is there catering the wake. Max begins talking to Jordyn after she combines two different finger foods onto one toothpick, a move he's never seen done before.
Max: Olives and Pepperoni? That sounds nersty.
Jordyn: Sometimes you have to try disgusting things before you can know what you really like.
Max: You sound like my father.
Jordyn: *lowers voice* Chip chip, I like the rain in Spain.
Max: He isn’t British. Have you ever had sex with a Brit? They sound amazing in….oh sorry, I have a potty mouth and forget myself sometimes.
Jordyn: That is fine. I have a potty brain. This sounds weird, mostly because we are at a wake, but I haven’t double clicked the mouse in a few days.
Max: Not me. I do that at least 2 times a day. I mean, stroke…ya know what I mean. Oh wait! Are you hinting at what I hope you are?
Jordyn: I saw a tree fort on my way in. No one would know and you could write it off as a work related break.
Max: You might be the most amazing 5 minutes of my life.
Jordyn: 4 minutes. I’m pretty gifted.
Max: Oh…my….I’ll be out there shortly.
Jordyn: Hurry up, or I’ll have to start by myself.
Max: Gulp.
Jordyn: Did you just SAY gulp?
Max: Yeah. I think it is funny.
Jordyn: Just hurt he fuck up.
Jordyn proposes that they go outside to escape the death vibes and they have sex like two good ole strangers would. Afterwards, they shake hands but Max forgets to ask for a way to contact her since he was so caught up in the moment. After Jordyn has left, he asks one of her coworkers for their card so he might be able to reach her again.
Max: Hey….Nancy?
Nancy: That’s what the name tag says. I’m not in charge of this though. If you are looking for your pay check you will have to get in touch with Francine.
Max: Oh no, not at all. I actually saw you talking with Jordyn earlier and was wondering if you knew how I could get in touch with her.
Nancy: You mean you want to fuck her.
Max: Hah, alrea……no, no, no. I thought she was really interesting. I’d like to call her.
Nancy: Oh. Well she’d fuck you. She’d fuck anything.
Max: Oh well….ok
Nancy: Well I’m sorry. I’m not in the “help Nancy get fucked club” so I don’t think I can help you.
Max: And to think I thought you were cute.
Nancy: After 5 babies you kind of give up on life.
Max: Nice.
Max decides to swing by Jordyn's office after her coworker refuses to give out Jordyn's personal info. Jordyn is surprised to see him and they go out for "lunch" i.e. a middle of the day rendezvous.
Max: Hey – Umm…I googled you. Is that weird? Yeah, it is, but anyways. Want to get some lunch?
Jordyn: Do you have an apple at your apartment?
Max: Umm…I think I have some fruit.
Jordyn: Good. I’ll need to refuel after lunch.
Max: Gulp!
Jordyn: You really think that is funny?
Max: Your still talking to me aren’t you?
Jordyn: I guess so. Do you have a pizza man’s uniform by any chance?
Max: Huh?
Jordyn: Oh, just a weird fantasy I have. Anyways, I’ll meet you at your car in 5 minutes.
Max: What ARE you?
Jordyn: Amazing.
Max: Before I go, can I take one of your cards?
Jordyn: They technically belong to the company, so I can’t say no.
Max: Ok. Cya soon.
This time Max makes sure to get Jordyn's number.
They continue to see each other once a week. Jordyn begins to like Max because of his charm but expects so little out of him to make her happy. Max continues to be a spazzy texter and emailer. So Jordyn accepts the fact that they will always be casual with eachother and is ok with that because she doesnt want to be in another relationship and she's free to be with other people if she wants to.
Text 1: At Avatar. Ever want to fuck a blue creature?
Text 2: At Avatar again. I needed to prove to myself that I didn’t want to fuck a blue creature.
Text 3: Gurrrl. You won’t guess where I am at again!
Text 4: Sorry I can’t hang out tonight. I’ve got plans.
Text 5: See ya in a week. Football week with the boyssss!
Text 6: Leo is really sick. Gonna be gone for a while. I will think about your tits though.
Then Max's twin brother is diagnosed with Chrome's disease. He gets very sick and Max goes a while without contacting Jordyn. She figures he just got tired of her and is sad but makes steps to get over it.
Loraine: London City Post Office, how may I direct your call?
Jordyn: Hi, this is Mrs. Salt, and I’m expecting a package that I haven’t received.
Loraine: Can you explain to me what you are missing?
Jordyn: An anti rape kit that should be sent to A Salt.
Loraine: To A Salt? You just use a first initial?
Jordyn: Yeah, I don’t like my first name, August.
Loraine: Understood. Ok A. Salt anti rape kit. Reference number?
Jordyn: 24563267
Loraine: Ok. I’ll look into and give you a call back. *click*
Jordyn: Life is good again.
But Max realizes that he misses Jordyn and that she's probably the best girl he's ever been around. He calls her on the phone (the first time he has ever called!) and leaves her a voicemail asking to see her.
Max voicemail: Hey Jordyn. Leo died and this is the first time I’m able to speak. Literally. I lost my voice and couldn’t talk. I’ve been nothing but tears. If you can give me a call back, I’d love to talk to you. I need someone in my life.
She ignores it cuz she has almost gotten over Max and doesn't see the point in starting up again. Max keeps calling her though.
Max voicemail: Hey Jordyn. Max again. Hey…..I really would like to talk to you again. I’m a wreck. I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, through my asshole. Please give me a call when you are free.
Max voicemail: Hey Jordyn. Max here. I’m a d-bag. A huge d-bag. I am having a horrible month, and the only good thing that has happened to me lately was meeting you. I let my troubles get in the way of us, and I’m a fucking child. I’m a d-bag child who wants everything to go his way. And now here I am whining like a child again because I can’t get what I want. Which is you. I only want you Jordyn. I didn’t realize that until now. Can you at least meet me? We can meet somewhere public. Leeky’s Candy shop. I know you like Gum Drops. Ok. That’s it I guess. If I don’t hear back from you, I’ll just assume you are done with me. Thanks for listening.
Finally she caves and agrees to meet him in a candy shop.
Jordyan text: 3:15pm
She appreciates his honesty and says she'll think about it with a smile. And the movie ends with them having sex in the candy shop wooooooooooooooooooooo
Max: Dude, I need to get laid something fierce.
Leo: I hear ya bro. This time don’t let me “hear” you though.
Max: That wasn’t my fault. Never fuck an Aries. They are screamers. One time this one chick started making noises like an African Rhino.
Leo: Why do you say the rhino was African?
Max: She is African, so I guess that is all she knows.
Leo: You have a weird logic fuck-o. Anyways, I gotta go get my check up.
Max: You shouldn’t worry about your health so much. It isn’t worth it to worry about everything so much and that shit will just stress you out.
Leo: Well, if I had sex with as many women as you have, I’d get checked up every day.
Max: If it ain’t swollen, everything is golden.
Leo: Later dude.
Max: Peace. Maybe the Dr. will play with your balls at least.
Leo: That’s his job. Asshole.
Jordyn sits at her monotonous office job and fantasizes about splashing in puddles with the appropriate rain gear on, prank calling the post office to report a missing package that doesnt exist, and jumping on a freshly made bed for good luck. After she discovers her longtime boyfriend had a 2nd girlfriend, she masks her hurt with casual sex.
Loraine: London City post office, how can I direct your call?
Jordyn: I was supposed to receive a package on Wed, and I still haven’t received it. It was some rifle polish from the Strike Hunt store.
Loraine: From the Strike Hunt store? Is that new? I’ve never heard of it.
Jordyn: Yes, my friend suggested it to me though and he says you never feel the same after you Strike Hunt.
Loraine: Do you have a reference number?
Jordyn: 46386723
Loraine: Ok I’ll look into and give you a call back. I was actually looking to buy my husband a gift. Maybe he would like Strike Hunt?
Jordyn: I have no doubt that he would. Google it. Have a wonderful day.
Loraine: Thank you. And to you to. *click*
Jordyn: I need to grow up. But all that talk about cunts has made me a little amorous. Now where is my jack rabbit?
One of Jordyn's coworker's mom dies. So people from her division make a group trip to the wake. Max is there catering the wake. Max begins talking to Jordyn after she combines two different finger foods onto one toothpick, a move he's never seen done before.
Max: Olives and Pepperoni? That sounds nersty.
Jordyn: Sometimes you have to try disgusting things before you can know what you really like.
Max: You sound like my father.
Jordyn: *lowers voice* Chip chip, I like the rain in Spain.
Max: He isn’t British. Have you ever had sex with a Brit? They sound amazing in….oh sorry, I have a potty mouth and forget myself sometimes.
Jordyn: That is fine. I have a potty brain. This sounds weird, mostly because we are at a wake, but I haven’t double clicked the mouse in a few days.
Max: Not me. I do that at least 2 times a day. I mean, stroke…ya know what I mean. Oh wait! Are you hinting at what I hope you are?
Jordyn: I saw a tree fort on my way in. No one would know and you could write it off as a work related break.
Max: You might be the most amazing 5 minutes of my life.
Jordyn: 4 minutes. I’m pretty gifted.
Max: Oh…my….I’ll be out there shortly.
Jordyn: Hurry up, or I’ll have to start by myself.
Max: Gulp.
Jordyn: Did you just SAY gulp?
Max: Yeah. I think it is funny.
Jordyn: Just hurt he fuck up.
Jordyn proposes that they go outside to escape the death vibes and they have sex like two good ole strangers would. Afterwards, they shake hands but Max forgets to ask for a way to contact her since he was so caught up in the moment. After Jordyn has left, he asks one of her coworkers for their card so he might be able to reach her again.
Max: Hey….Nancy?
Nancy: That’s what the name tag says. I’m not in charge of this though. If you are looking for your pay check you will have to get in touch with Francine.
Max: Oh no, not at all. I actually saw you talking with Jordyn earlier and was wondering if you knew how I could get in touch with her.
Nancy: You mean you want to fuck her.
Max: Hah, alrea……no, no, no. I thought she was really interesting. I’d like to call her.
Nancy: Oh. Well she’d fuck you. She’d fuck anything.
Max: Oh well….ok
Nancy: Well I’m sorry. I’m not in the “help Nancy get fucked club” so I don’t think I can help you.
Max: And to think I thought you were cute.
Nancy: After 5 babies you kind of give up on life.
Max: Nice.
Max decides to swing by Jordyn's office after her coworker refuses to give out Jordyn's personal info. Jordyn is surprised to see him and they go out for "lunch" i.e. a middle of the day rendezvous.
Max: Hey – Umm…I googled you. Is that weird? Yeah, it is, but anyways. Want to get some lunch?
Jordyn: Do you have an apple at your apartment?
Max: Umm…I think I have some fruit.
Jordyn: Good. I’ll need to refuel after lunch.
Max: Gulp!
Jordyn: You really think that is funny?
Max: Your still talking to me aren’t you?
Jordyn: I guess so. Do you have a pizza man’s uniform by any chance?
Max: Huh?
Jordyn: Oh, just a weird fantasy I have. Anyways, I’ll meet you at your car in 5 minutes.
Max: What ARE you?
Jordyn: Amazing.
Max: Before I go, can I take one of your cards?
Jordyn: They technically belong to the company, so I can’t say no.
Max: Ok. Cya soon.
This time Max makes sure to get Jordyn's number.
They continue to see each other once a week. Jordyn begins to like Max because of his charm but expects so little out of him to make her happy. Max continues to be a spazzy texter and emailer. So Jordyn accepts the fact that they will always be casual with eachother and is ok with that because she doesnt want to be in another relationship and she's free to be with other people if she wants to.
Text 1: At Avatar. Ever want to fuck a blue creature?
Text 2: At Avatar again. I needed to prove to myself that I didn’t want to fuck a blue creature.
Text 3: Gurrrl. You won’t guess where I am at again!
Text 4: Sorry I can’t hang out tonight. I’ve got plans.
Text 5: See ya in a week. Football week with the boyssss!
Text 6: Leo is really sick. Gonna be gone for a while. I will think about your tits though.
Then Max's twin brother is diagnosed with Chrome's disease. He gets very sick and Max goes a while without contacting Jordyn. She figures he just got tired of her and is sad but makes steps to get over it.
Loraine: London City Post Office, how may I direct your call?
Jordyn: Hi, this is Mrs. Salt, and I’m expecting a package that I haven’t received.
Loraine: Can you explain to me what you are missing?
Jordyn: An anti rape kit that should be sent to A Salt.
Loraine: To A Salt? You just use a first initial?
Jordyn: Yeah, I don’t like my first name, August.
Loraine: Understood. Ok A. Salt anti rape kit. Reference number?
Jordyn: 24563267
Loraine: Ok. I’ll look into and give you a call back. *click*
Jordyn: Life is good again.
But Max realizes that he misses Jordyn and that she's probably the best girl he's ever been around. He calls her on the phone (the first time he has ever called!) and leaves her a voicemail asking to see her.
Max voicemail: Hey Jordyn. Leo died and this is the first time I’m able to speak. Literally. I lost my voice and couldn’t talk. I’ve been nothing but tears. If you can give me a call back, I’d love to talk to you. I need someone in my life.
She ignores it cuz she has almost gotten over Max and doesn't see the point in starting up again. Max keeps calling her though.
Max voicemail: Hey Jordyn. Max again. Hey…..I really would like to talk to you again. I’m a wreck. I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, through my asshole. Please give me a call when you are free.
Max voicemail: Hey Jordyn. Max here. I’m a d-bag. A huge d-bag. I am having a horrible month, and the only good thing that has happened to me lately was meeting you. I let my troubles get in the way of us, and I’m a fucking child. I’m a d-bag child who wants everything to go his way. And now here I am whining like a child again because I can’t get what I want. Which is you. I only want you Jordyn. I didn’t realize that until now. Can you at least meet me? We can meet somewhere public. Leeky’s Candy shop. I know you like Gum Drops. Ok. That’s it I guess. If I don’t hear back from you, I’ll just assume you are done with me. Thanks for listening.
Finally she caves and agrees to meet him in a candy shop.
Jordyan text: 3:15pm
She appreciates his honesty and says she'll think about it with a smile. And the movie ends with them having sex in the candy shop wooooooooooooooooooooo
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
I want to go on public record and say how brilliant Dave S. is with improv. We did a 1st beat together last night that didn’t really work. It had some seeds and some fun ideas, but we didn’t really flush those ideas out with action. It was a very talky scene where we discussed funny ideas instead of playing those ideas.
I wasn’t sure where the 2nd beat was going to exist, but Dave started with a pure “if this, then what” moment, playing the fun thing that was discovered in the 1st beat. Mostly because we didn’t define any rules for a game in the 1st beat, there really wasn’t any other way to play that 2nd beat, and Dave really nailed it.
It showed the consequences of the strange discoveries in the 1st beat. Which, when talked about, Dave realized that my crazy logic worked. Such a good moment and a great improv note. Always remember that if the 1st beat isn’t that great, don’t get glued to that scene just to do a proper Harold, do the 2nd beat that you want to do. Just take the fun thing and play that. People will forgive you.
On a personal praise moment, I think I am getting really good at listening and picking up on little things. I think that is a pretty big thing for me since I used to do so much short-form that I wasn’t a good listener in the past.
I wasn’t sure where the 2nd beat was going to exist, but Dave started with a pure “if this, then what” moment, playing the fun thing that was discovered in the 1st beat. Mostly because we didn’t define any rules for a game in the 1st beat, there really wasn’t any other way to play that 2nd beat, and Dave really nailed it.
It showed the consequences of the strange discoveries in the 1st beat. Which, when talked about, Dave realized that my crazy logic worked. Such a good moment and a great improv note. Always remember that if the 1st beat isn’t that great, don’t get glued to that scene just to do a proper Harold, do the 2nd beat that you want to do. Just take the fun thing and play that. People will forgive you.
On a personal praise moment, I think I am getting really good at listening and picking up on little things. I think that is a pretty big thing for me since I used to do so much short-form that I wasn’t a good listener in the past.