Went to the Nicholl Fellowships awards ceremony and live reading at the Goldwyn Theater. Yes, the one for the Academy. I’ll put up the pictures I got before I was firmly reminded that there’d be no photography.
Four readings. Three of them…I was…okay, they were good, but they sounded like the same kind of lovey-dovey clap-trap that you’d hear in any standard feature. Interesting premises? A scientist breaks up with his wife and then she finds out she has cancer and they swear at each other. Mm hm, okay.
In a future where one can buy immortality, a grown man has chosen to take a job where he will appear to be a twelve year old boy forever, so he can work as the ‘son’ for a couple who haven’t gotten permission to have their own child yet. Well, that’s…different…
And the loo loo of the evening. A shy woman who makes cellos sends one to a younger dashing cello player. In the box, she includes a journal to the cello player about how she built the cello and why she sent it to him; kind of a love letter. The cello player gets the cello, plays it, becomes famous, but doesn’t find the journal.
FOR TWENTY YEARS.
and then he finds it and writes back.
AFTER TWENTY YEARS.
WHO THE F DOESN’T LOOK IN THE BOX?
I mean it was charming, 80 year old woman getting all hot and bothered by a love letter from the cello player who’s now 60ish…but COME ON.
And then there was…’The United States of Fucking Awesome’. George Washington and Thomas Jefferson have finished the Declaration of Independence. They give it to Ben Franklin to hold onto it. He takes it to a brothel and during a night of passion with a hooker, it gets stolen. The names of all the rebel leaders are right there on it and the if the British get hold of it, every one of them is as good as dead.
And Ben Franklin wouldn’t put his pants on as he was discussing the situation. F-ing hilarious. The other three? I don’t think we need to worry about casting for those any time soon, but that one? I’ll be first in line for tickets.
After, on the way out, I see one of the winners. I go over, offer my hand to shake. ‘For luck,’ I say. he smiles and shakes. The guy next to him is one of the actors who did the read; the star of ‘Unbroken’, Jack O’Connell. I shake his hand, tell him he did a great job and i can’t wait for his movie to come out.
“Likewise,” he says to me.
Ah, those Brits. I turned back, told him I got that and headed home.
I don’t have much, but I’d love to be on that stage.
You can’t buy getting on that stage.