Forrest struggles through a giant pile of steaming flapjacks at a local diner. Watch Review Thursdays 10/9c, and see more Review here: http://on.cc.com/1mdsVyc
Important News! Today is National Pancake Day. Don’t ask why or what that is or what it means. What answer could possibly be satisfactory? Just watch and pass along this clip from Review, in honor of The Pancake.
Years ago, sometime in the late ’90s, I auditioned for a one-act play in NY. It was a light comedy about a playwright who had a troll who lived in his closet who wrote his plays for him. My audition for the role of the the troll went very well. I thought the character suited my strengths; I took pride in having a corner on wry, verbal oddballs. The producers loved me and I seemed very close to getting it.
I didn’t get it. I went to see the play when it opened (it was part of an evening of one-acts) and when the troll made his entrance, a young Philip Seymour Hoffman walked out. Or rather, crawled out, pulling his big body across the floor, deep voice bellowing, playing this light comedy character with a physical intensity and emotional depth that was nowhere near what I had done in the audition. It hadn’t even occurred to me that you could play the character this way. This actor was taking this troll, this secretive, brilliant, deformed outsider…seriously.
I remember thinking “Holy shit. Well…I see why this guy got the part.”
I’ve thought many times through the years about being blown away by that performance. About what a lesson it was in committing, digging deep, raising the stakes, going further. Philip Seymour Hoffman kept doing that. He never stopped doing it. He was incapable of not doing it.
I’ve reflected on so many of his performances through the years but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about that troll. I’ll keep thinking about it.
James and I watch the one where the student council decides to have a date auction to raise money for cheerleading uniforms, and Lisa starts reading Tolstoy in order to win the heart of a snobby intellectual.
It’s my annual posting of The James Urbaniak Christmas Song! I recorded it three years ago and some of its references are already dated but its overall message is as timeless as Christmas itself. Produced and co-written by Jonathan Dinerstein.
Did you hear about the new internet hero? It’s the middle-aged woman who slapped a Hollywood producer after he told her to eat his dick because he heard her worrying about their airline fucking up her connection on Thanksgiving (which they did).