D.C. DOUGLAS POSTS FROM ON THE SET AND IN THE BOOTH
There are many rewards to be gained from doing voice over. There’s the money. The freedom to audition in your underwear from your home studio. The pseudo-fame that bubbles up to the surface of the cultural cesspool for fifteen minutes… And sometimes, if the voice over Gods smile upon you — enlightenment.
We always hear the stories of actors in big budget films who had their one scene edited out, left on the cutting room floor. (In this day and computer age, erased from the hard drive would be more appropriate.) This is one of those stories.
I really don’t know why I choose titles that can be misinterpreted as something about the porno world. I assume it’s an innate talent (or inane one). Regardless, it’s still informative. See, very few, lucky actors can make 100% of their income from theatrical film and television shows. Most of us must diversify into other related areas. But, many of our friends and family don’t find these other areas as sexy to hear about. Ergo:
It’s messy. It’s expensive. And it’s intoxicating. Making art for yourself, that is. Recently, a reader asked if I had ever written anything aside from this blog so I sent him to my production website to watch the last short I made in 2005. He seemed to really enjoy it. And then it hit me; Perhaps you guys would, as well!
Today, my blog gets a little naked for Lou Dobbs. Please don’t turn away in disgust.
David Kohan and Max Mutchnick changed my life. They probably aren’t aware of this fact since they’re too damn busy being one of the most successful producer/writer teams in Los Angeles. Let’s take a trip in my “Way Back” blog machine to fully understand why. Please keep your hands and feet inside the blog at all times. No hurling, either. I’m a sentimental actor, not an investigative reporter!
I was excited to share my day with you… That is, until I was reminded by a director that I was under an NDA – Non Disclosure Agreement - and wasn’t allowed to write about any specifics… Well, that sorta sucks.
The ad man started a revolution in a niche commercial market, but the artist propelled “voice over” into the “rock star” stratosphere.
If you follow my blog, you must know a little about the voice over world, so any preamble about the voice of God, aka Don LaFontaine, would be redundant.
To be honest, it was more like a hour and a half.
This is a post about the bizarre notoriety I received for what many (and myself) would consider a “take the money and run” part on CBS’ “The Bold And The Beautiful” soap. For those who haven’t been following the blog, I’ll recap.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley… and parts of West Hollywood and Beverly Hills, I will fear no casting director, for my work as Albert Wesker precedes me, and thy fans and conventions comfort me.”
500 channels will eventually rot your brain. Why would you do that to yourself? Just turn off your, um, cable box or satellite dish? And crank up the healthier option: your DVD player! I’ve got two DVDs worth of chuckles to plaster your plasma with (or liven up your LCD… or calm your Cathode Ray Tube?).
Last week, I entered a recoring studio expecting to do one radio spot and ended up doing twelve. “A campaign?” I greedily wondered. Not quite. Indeed, a campaign, but not like my last, true love…
The title sounds like I self-immolated while working. Or I’m big in the porno world. But, it’s actually a play on a slogan from one of my commercial jobs today.
If you like your comedy marinated in raunchy, sprinkled with wacky and served with a side of skewered PC ideals, then have I got a movie for you!
Well, after my last blog bemoaning the way my film short, “The Crooked Eye,” had been programmed at the LA ShortsFest (a sci-fi block!) I got a google alert that it was shown to an appreciative crowd in Palm Springs — or rather, at least one appreciative person who has access to a blog!
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