Between being spooked from seeing "The Ghost Writer" and overwhelmed by preparing for waking up at 4:30 AM to head out to set, I'm in a furrowed-brow, heart-racing sort of state. As in this new "I just woke up and want brunch!" commercial headshot, I feign composure. Acting is not unlike tightrope walking; i.e. traversing nerve cells and dendrites with studied control. I'm pulling wardrobe and calculating alarms and transit like I'm staging more than the tedium of life. Which is indicative of the heart-racing: underneath these antics is just plain love.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
In Which the Comedienne is Swayed By Thrills
Between being spooked from seeing "The Ghost Writer" and overwhelmed by preparing for waking up at 4:30 AM to head out to set, I'm in a furrowed-brow, heart-racing sort of state. As in this new "I just woke up and want brunch!" commercial headshot, I feign composure. Acting is not unlike tightrope walking; i.e. traversing nerve cells and dendrites with studied control. I'm pulling wardrobe and calculating alarms and transit like I'm staging more than the tedium of life. Which is indicative of the heart-racing: underneath these antics is just plain love.
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