Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Monday, 14 February 2011
...Best Supporting Actress
It's that time of year again - award season. All of the best films of the past year get honoured and celebrated, and all of the best actors and actresses get applauded and appreciated. And what do we do - us mere mortals? Many of us pay no attention to these award ceremonies, some sit and admire but don't really care, others - and I can include myself in this final category - watch the actors, and silently pray that some day it will be them accepting the award.
'And the award for best actress goes to...(pause for effect)...GEORGIA ROBSON!'
How wonderfully fantastical that sounds.
Although, perhaps, I am one step closer to this fantasy coming true since this month I was offered a place at a London drama school. It still feels like a bit of a miracle, I shed a tear on the phone to mum when I told her the good news. It really is a wonder to me every time I think about it - I have done the rounds of auditions twice before and been highly unsuccessful. With more auditions to come in the next few weeks, I can only hope that my success so far hasn't been a fortunate stroke of serendipity, and that I have, actually, developed a modicum of talent and experience in the years since my first attempts which will see me through the rest.
Drama Schools have always functioned as gateways to the world of agents and casting directors, and whilst the training you get there doesn't necessarily propel you straight into the next Coen Brothers film, it does offer you the best opportunities to get you started in the ruthless and over subscribed world of acting.
Unless of course you are the son/daughter/cousin/godchild/friend/lover/pet of someone already established in the acting world; then you need not worry, the next Coen film may well be waiting on your doorstep. Lucky bastard.
The way in which you get into the business becomes irrelevant when you are up on that stage, gong in hand, with a million thank yous to get through and a huge audience beaming up at you - so impressed and proud of your work. I can imagine that a lot of things become irrelevant at this moment actually - there is no need to worry about the caliber of your last role; no need to fret over the critics reaction to that tv series you did; no need to panic about the next move, because someone, somewhere is probably already on the phone to your agent, booking you for their next big blockbuster.
You can be assured at this point that it wasn't just a fortunate stroke of serendipity but a huge dollop of talent and experience you got landed with, and that you really have succeeded. I would give my right arm for that. Maybe I'll get the chance to some day if Danny Boyle has anything to do with it.
'And the award for best actress goes to...(pause for effect)...GEORGIA ROBSON!'
How wonderfully fantastical that sounds.
Although, perhaps, I am one step closer to this fantasy coming true since this month I was offered a place at a London drama school. It still feels like a bit of a miracle, I shed a tear on the phone to mum when I told her the good news. It really is a wonder to me every time I think about it - I have done the rounds of auditions twice before and been highly unsuccessful. With more auditions to come in the next few weeks, I can only hope that my success so far hasn't been a fortunate stroke of serendipity, and that I have, actually, developed a modicum of talent and experience in the years since my first attempts which will see me through the rest.
Drama Schools have always functioned as gateways to the world of agents and casting directors, and whilst the training you get there doesn't necessarily propel you straight into the next Coen Brothers film, it does offer you the best opportunities to get you started in the ruthless and over subscribed world of acting.
Unless of course you are the son/daughter/cousin/godchild/friend/lover/pet of someone already established in the acting world; then you need not worry, the next Coen film may well be waiting on your doorstep. Lucky bastard.
The way in which you get into the business becomes irrelevant when you are up on that stage, gong in hand, with a million thank yous to get through and a huge audience beaming up at you - so impressed and proud of your work. I can imagine that a lot of things become irrelevant at this moment actually - there is no need to worry about the caliber of your last role; no need to fret over the critics reaction to that tv series you did; no need to panic about the next move, because someone, somewhere is probably already on the phone to your agent, booking you for their next big blockbuster.
You can be assured at this point that it wasn't just a fortunate stroke of serendipity but a huge dollop of talent and experience you got landed with, and that you really have succeeded. I would give my right arm for that. Maybe I'll get the chance to some day if Danny Boyle has anything to do with it.
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