actors and acting

Rock Hudson seems to be enjoying this “bout” rather a lot. Now I know how he wound up with the name Rock.


“I’d ever dreamed before…”

I dreamed about my close personal friend, Johnny Depp.* Although we’d been very close for quite some time, he started holding me at arms’ length. Not only that, he implied to anyone who inquired that we’d never been close. He’d only been humoring/being kind to me/I was delusional. This hurt quite a lot because he and I both knew this wasn’t so.

My friend, Lisa, told me, “You know what he’s like. He’s really close with someone for awhile, then he gets restless and moves on.” I know it was Lisa because it felt like her, but she only ever appeared in shadow.

“I know, you’re right,” I said. “Still hurts.”

Now, if we look at this in a Jungian light, I myself am everyone who appears in this dream (sorry, Lisa). So, perhaps a part of myself has gotten restless with my old self and has decided to move on. Or I’ve left behind a part of myself that isn’t working. And my shadowy right brain is telling me not to worry, these things happen. I’ll get over myself.

Either that, or it means something else entirely and I’ll have to think on it some more.

Or not. Moving on is always a good option.

*I do not know Mr. Depp in real life. Why my unconscious chose him for this appearance I have yet to figure out. Unless it’s that whole Wino Forever thing.

Random quote of the day:

“Goethe said, “Talent is developed in privacy,” you know?  And it’s really true.  There is a need for aloneness which I don’t think most people realize for an actor.  It’s almost having certain kinds of secrets for yourself that you’ll let the whole world in on only for a moment, when you’re acting.”

—Marilyn Monroe, interview, LIFE Magazine, Aug. 3, 1962
(on the stands the week she died)


Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

1. Can anyone tell me why I wake up in the middle of the night with old TV show themes running through my head? Last night it was Who’s the Boss? I can sort of understand why that might be lurking in my subconscious. Late last week I heard a story on NPR regarding Tony Danza’s new reality show, Teach. At the end of the story they played a snippet of the Who’s the Boss? theme. But why did it wait a week to trigger? Last week, when it would have been more natural to trigger, I woke up with the theme song to The Brady Bunch. I guess I can sort of understand that because Florence Henderson has been on Dancing with the Stars and, well, it never seems to take much to trigger The Brady Bunch theme. But this is not a new pattern. I have woken up in the middle night with other old TV show themes—and even some commercials—playing through the head, though I am never dreaming about these shows or commercials when this happens. Clearly, something quite sinister is going on in my subconscious.

2. This morning as I was driving to work I stopped at a light about a block away from the Canal Club in Venice. Five skinny, tragically hip young men were standing around in front of the club on Pacific. A couple of them had pieces of paper in their hands. I thought, “Are they applying for a job as the club band? And however did the management get five musicians out of bed and on the sidewalk by 8:45?” As the light changed and I drove forward I saw the answer: on the side street beside the club (North Venice Blvd.) sat all the accoutrements of a film shoot with the lights and reflectors, et al., grouped around the actual entrance to the place. The five young bravos on Pacific were waiting for their cue to shoot a scene—probably to walk around the corner and enter. As I passed them, I couldn’t help noticing that besides being skinny and tragically hip, they were all rather short. The tallest of them was barely average height. I concluded he must be the star of the show and the others were probably hired to make him look less short. Oh, and for their talent, I’m sure. Hollywood is big on talent. A short actor acquaintance of mine—who really is talented—has often been hired for his talent of being shorter than the star of the TV show/movie.