The reality of making movies in this town is that there are the same gatekeepers that will build walls to keep you out. Though there are PLENTY of avenues to do your own thing, somehow people think success means you have to work within their system. I don't like the new system, maybe you do. I've grown to hate superhero event movies. Which, the higher budgeted ones are. These aren't as glamourous when it comes to the reality. Everything is one big gear, and you are a hired hand, or cog. You get very little say in what is actually being made. But you get paid a lot. All fine until you realize you are at their mercy. If this is the path you wish to take...then more power to you.
But I think most of you out here are much more autonomous than that. You want to tell YOUR story. And you should. Most people don't (or haven't) found their voice yet. That comes with a ton of mistakes. And ones you will need to make. Some get heavy handed with them in order to be taken seriously. And you should be.
Many people have reported back to me (as they are out there hustling to their next gig) that they need stability now. The movie industry is...well, if you aren't part of the machine, you are going to burn out at some point. Dissatisfaction with what is being made, or how it's made. That's why when a film like "The Lighthouse" is announced, people get excited. It's different, and people are wondering how an American black and white film even can get funding.
To be honest, nothing is easy. And if you haven't a reputation, no one will ride your trend. And trends are what Hollywood thrives on (always has been).
I feel VERY fortunate to do what I do. And also have this freedom to create and make mistakes (though at my own expense). That's fine. I also like talking to younger people. Just because it renews my faith in what's ahead. But more importantly that they are the ones who I remind can do it on their own terms. Through their hopes, often misguided, I tend to offer a soft landing. The reality is that most won't make it in the way they want. Which isn't a bad thing. You will find your place, if you stick it out. Hopefully you won't be too exhausted to enjoy it when you get there.
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Sunday, July 28, 2019
"Once Upon A Time In Hollywood" (2019)
There's probably one misstep in this ode to late 60's Hollywood, and that's 50's country star Rick Dalton (Leonardo DiCaprio) most likely would've moved out from the Hollywood Hills years ago and to more wider pastures, as that of Santa Clarita. That's where all the western guys hid out. Or Thousand Oaks...or anywhere where hippies aren't. But that's cured quickly by a blurb about how he bought his home early and wasn't going to be driven out by the new, regardless.
In his only film with zero N-bombs, Tarantino takes on the town that he grew up against. And though there really isn't much of a plot to speak of, it is an exercise in atmosphere and recreating a bygone era without internet, cell phones, or social media. Instead, creative people bounced around waiting to do things. Especially in the case of Rick Dalton, a washed up Hollywood Western actor who has been relegated to playing villain roles which is the road to being a true washed up actor. Without an actor, listless Cliff Booth (Brad Pitt)...Dalton's stunt double is also without a job. So his lot in life, which he contently observes, is to exist at the edge. He has no aspirations or ambition or...much going for him, but that's fine by him.
Now, you may be really frustrated at where this film goes, because...really, it spins its wheels until a gruesome, yet darkly funny ending emerges. And, truth be told, it's really not that funny either, it becomes Tarantino's next attempt at re-writing history. Does it matter? No...the title tells you it's a fairy tale, but what I got from it, is the sensibility of drifters walking through Hollywood trying to do things without it being anything other than employment. Today's Hollywood is more about being famous than anything.
And that is the charm of this, is that DiCaprio's Dalton isn't wallowing in fame or fortune, it's that he is desperately looking for the next role. And to be honest, you only have to look one house over to Roman Polanski's house that you see what fame did for him and his new wife Sharon Tate (Margot Robbie). Much tragedy hit the infamous director at the height of his career.
Yes, once you get Tarantino's little gags, such as anticipation for something brutal to occur at the Spahn Ranch where Manson Family live...it becomes a tense humorous release. OR, the constant jokes on absurdist dialogue. Yes, those are transparent Tarantino. BUT, in an odd way, this is ALSO his most casual bounce. A bygone era of...innocence. As if a child told you this story.
For those wanting constant barrages of physical violence, I am actually relieved this offers very little. It is about a jaunt with two friends who just want to keep...hanging out, doing simple Hollywood things.
And if you can dig that, than you will have a great time.
In his only film with zero N-bombs, Tarantino takes on the town that he grew up against. And though there really isn't much of a plot to speak of, it is an exercise in atmosphere and recreating a bygone era without internet, cell phones, or social media. Instead, creative people bounced around waiting to do things. Especially in the case of Rick Dalton, a washed up Hollywood Western actor who has been relegated to playing villain roles which is the road to being a true washed up actor. Without an actor, listless Cliff Booth (Brad Pitt)...Dalton's stunt double is also without a job. So his lot in life, which he contently observes, is to exist at the edge. He has no aspirations or ambition or...much going for him, but that's fine by him.
Now, you may be really frustrated at where this film goes, because...really, it spins its wheels until a gruesome, yet darkly funny ending emerges. And, truth be told, it's really not that funny either, it becomes Tarantino's next attempt at re-writing history. Does it matter? No...the title tells you it's a fairy tale, but what I got from it, is the sensibility of drifters walking through Hollywood trying to do things without it being anything other than employment. Today's Hollywood is more about being famous than anything.
And that is the charm of this, is that DiCaprio's Dalton isn't wallowing in fame or fortune, it's that he is desperately looking for the next role. And to be honest, you only have to look one house over to Roman Polanski's house that you see what fame did for him and his new wife Sharon Tate (Margot Robbie). Much tragedy hit the infamous director at the height of his career.
Yes, once you get Tarantino's little gags, such as anticipation for something brutal to occur at the Spahn Ranch where Manson Family live...it becomes a tense humorous release. OR, the constant jokes on absurdist dialogue. Yes, those are transparent Tarantino. BUT, in an odd way, this is ALSO his most casual bounce. A bygone era of...innocence. As if a child told you this story.
For those wanting constant barrages of physical violence, I am actually relieved this offers very little. It is about a jaunt with two friends who just want to keep...hanging out, doing simple Hollywood things.
And if you can dig that, than you will have a great time.
Thursday, July 25, 2019
We're All Full Of Shit, An Ode to Rutger Hauer
I was disheartened to learn of actor Rutger Hauer's death at the age of 75. I remember him from two pictures..."Blade Runner" and "Blind Fury"
Also interesting is that he died the same year as his character did in "Blade Runner" His Nexus 6 Roy Batty died in 2019 as well.
I wasn't a crazy fan of his, but I know how serious he was in his craft. The other thing, he didn't suffer...fools. Boy, stories about him are nutty. Specifically one where he showed up to the audition of "Blade Runner" decked out like some 80's mod rock nut. Director Ridley Scott got the joke later.
To me, he epitomized working at the edge of fame and functioned great. A leading man who always consider himself a character actor. A lesson there...or is it?...
If you work in Hollywood long enough...
...and you listen long enough...
you will conclude that we are all full of shit...
A director I admire greatly, would tell stories of old Hollywood with a lesson at the end of it that he learned. The tale is probably as bullshit as anything, but it was meant to help with navigating through the pits of snakes.
We are all bullshitters out here. Eventually we even forget we are doing it. I do it, no question. I tell my tales, like on this blog. You have to conclude that we also are very very insecure. These tales are simply to say how we got to be so disenfranchised by the business (because it is). But also, to remember all the great times of a bygone era (I am a 40's/50's Hollywood with a 60's production spirit).
And it's all perception. For all you know I am writing this from Gloria Swanson's old mansion or dictating it to an assist (I actually do miss having an assist...another story years ago). But I'm sure most people would be a little surprised that I live in a one bedroom in Van Nuys alone with a decent coffee maker. Only because I talk so big.
If you are new here, it's perfectly okay to listen to these nutty old people stories. Most of you will feign interest anyway as we rattle off names you've never heard of (important people that you should, if care). But we're also all in our own worlds. I'm constantly battling new people who want to work in this business about a work ethic (regardless of you age ALWAYS fulfill what you promise...your name and reputation are SO important).
Also, know who you are. If you are a bullshitter, get that phony survival skill garbage out. You know..."don't bullshit a bullshitter.." you are in an arena of them. They can hear it and smell it before you even say it. And you're done (happened to me on an interview for a directing job...sniffed out my inexperience immediately). Be honest (I know, in Hollywood, right?). Seriously though. Once you establish yourself as that, people like you. Being honest isn't the same as being a sucker. Most of the washouts were REALLY dishonest people. Most likely, to this day, they believe their bullshit.
Guess who never believed in Hollywood's bullshit?
Rutger Hauer
Rest well, Roy...your moments won't be lost in time.
Also interesting is that he died the same year as his character did in "Blade Runner" His Nexus 6 Roy Batty died in 2019 as well.
I wasn't a crazy fan of his, but I know how serious he was in his craft. The other thing, he didn't suffer...fools. Boy, stories about him are nutty. Specifically one where he showed up to the audition of "Blade Runner" decked out like some 80's mod rock nut. Director Ridley Scott got the joke later.
To me, he epitomized working at the edge of fame and functioned great. A leading man who always consider himself a character actor. A lesson there...or is it?...
If you work in Hollywood long enough...
...and you listen long enough...
you will conclude that we are all full of shit...
A director I admire greatly, would tell stories of old Hollywood with a lesson at the end of it that he learned. The tale is probably as bullshit as anything, but it was meant to help with navigating through the pits of snakes.
We are all bullshitters out here. Eventually we even forget we are doing it. I do it, no question. I tell my tales, like on this blog. You have to conclude that we also are very very insecure. These tales are simply to say how we got to be so disenfranchised by the business (because it is). But also, to remember all the great times of a bygone era (I am a 40's/50's Hollywood with a 60's production spirit).
And it's all perception. For all you know I am writing this from Gloria Swanson's old mansion or dictating it to an assist (I actually do miss having an assist...another story years ago). But I'm sure most people would be a little surprised that I live in a one bedroom in Van Nuys alone with a decent coffee maker. Only because I talk so big.
If you are new here, it's perfectly okay to listen to these nutty old people stories. Most of you will feign interest anyway as we rattle off names you've never heard of (important people that you should, if care). But we're also all in our own worlds. I'm constantly battling new people who want to work in this business about a work ethic (regardless of you age ALWAYS fulfill what you promise...your name and reputation are SO important).
Also, know who you are. If you are a bullshitter, get that phony survival skill garbage out. You know..."don't bullshit a bullshitter.." you are in an arena of them. They can hear it and smell it before you even say it. And you're done (happened to me on an interview for a directing job...sniffed out my inexperience immediately). Be honest (I know, in Hollywood, right?). Seriously though. Once you establish yourself as that, people like you. Being honest isn't the same as being a sucker. Most of the washouts were REALLY dishonest people. Most likely, to this day, they believe their bullshit.
Guess who never believed in Hollywood's bullshit?
Rutger Hauer
Rest well, Roy...your moments won't be lost in time.
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Minister Of Truth
Okay, you film school feebs, listen up...I am the minister of truth...so get that bong out of your mouth, your finger out of that ear, nose or pussy and hear what I am saying...
...the truth of working and living in L.A. isn't what you've been fed by any of your teachers (unless your teachers are you parents). The truth is, you suck. You all suck. Everything you do sucks. But it has potential. We are all about potential. Potential means you don't rest on your laurels. And for whatever reason...most of you dumb film school peeps think people need to come to you. It's arrogance, for sure. Ignorance...definitely.
I get it. I went to film school.
Here's what happened...I partied. Hard. Went to strip clubs. Fucked with dumb freshman girls who loved the graduate students. Drank a ton. And made movies. We definitely cared. But, I wonder what would've become of me had I not fucked around so long.
After school, I sat around in Sherman Oaks, scared out of my shit that I didn't have a job. In terms of reality, it was expensive to live in Los Angeles then, it sure as shit now.
So a few of you, after school, decide to live with one another. One by one, you either a) betray each other with the rent b) can't afford to live there anymore and find some complete stranger that fucks your living arrangement up c) move out yourself
In my case, I stuck around while shitty people came in and out. For ten years.
Most won't last that long. Because a lot of you won't have that much passion for it, or burn out or have families. Spouses won't ever understand. Maybe if they work in the business, they may, but it grates on them none the less. And for what... ?
Yes, that is the question I asked myself for the 18 to nearly 20 years I've been here. For what?
Until I finally answered it...which won't be your answer.
I figured it out and have never been more content and happy with my choice.
IF your choice is to work in the movie business, if you're fucking around, blowing people off, not fulfilling what you promised, most of us won't meet you halfway. Regardless of what things you are promised, PEOPLE will figure you out fast.
And from what I gathered thus far...all I see is a lot of hot air.
It makes perfect sense why film school teachers give up. They realize the ones learning have very limited appreciation for the work that goes behind it (I spent, nearly all of my years in school on a soundstage). This sacrifice eventually paid off. Hopefully they will figure it out too.
...the truth of working and living in L.A. isn't what you've been fed by any of your teachers (unless your teachers are you parents). The truth is, you suck. You all suck. Everything you do sucks. But it has potential. We are all about potential. Potential means you don't rest on your laurels. And for whatever reason...most of you dumb film school peeps think people need to come to you. It's arrogance, for sure. Ignorance...definitely.
I get it. I went to film school.
Here's what happened...I partied. Hard. Went to strip clubs. Fucked with dumb freshman girls who loved the graduate students. Drank a ton. And made movies. We definitely cared. But, I wonder what would've become of me had I not fucked around so long.
After school, I sat around in Sherman Oaks, scared out of my shit that I didn't have a job. In terms of reality, it was expensive to live in Los Angeles then, it sure as shit now.
So a few of you, after school, decide to live with one another. One by one, you either a) betray each other with the rent b) can't afford to live there anymore and find some complete stranger that fucks your living arrangement up c) move out yourself
In my case, I stuck around while shitty people came in and out. For ten years.
Most won't last that long. Because a lot of you won't have that much passion for it, or burn out or have families. Spouses won't ever understand. Maybe if they work in the business, they may, but it grates on them none the less. And for what... ?
Yes, that is the question I asked myself for the 18 to nearly 20 years I've been here. For what?
Until I finally answered it...which won't be your answer.
I figured it out and have never been more content and happy with my choice.
IF your choice is to work in the movie business, if you're fucking around, blowing people off, not fulfilling what you promised, most of us won't meet you halfway. Regardless of what things you are promised, PEOPLE will figure you out fast.
And from what I gathered thus far...all I see is a lot of hot air.
It makes perfect sense why film school teachers give up. They realize the ones learning have very limited appreciation for the work that goes behind it (I spent, nearly all of my years in school on a soundstage). This sacrifice eventually paid off. Hopefully they will figure it out too.
Friday, July 19, 2019
Homeless Town
I had this idea for sitcom about a homeless tent city. It's no big secret that Los Angeles homeless population has exploded. To a point where they have their own area...multiple, in fact. Mostly there's downtown and the Valley. The sitcom would be a father and a teen son, whom after a shitty divorce the father gets taken for everything by a mail order Eastern European wife (who is in citizenship limbo). Rather than capitulate to the shrew wife...he hides his assets and disappears into homeless living. There he would meet fascinating characters and learn a bit about life...though...a lot should be played for laughs. Since California Gavin Newsome and L.A. mayor Garcetti are fucking useless, the Dad can keep whining about "those idiots" but also not bettering himself, even at the protest of his son. His son can go to homeless high school too. Since it essentially became its own city anyway. The biggest mined jokes of this would be that it could function well. A community is formed and they're some good hearted people and some really bad dudes as well. This microcosm humans create, we start to function as.
Now the Left probably will never find this funny. They use to. It was comedy gold. I could see Matt LeBlanc now...play the Dad. He did something similar with Joe Bologna in the late 90's.
The other thing...the biting truth. I'm sure I'm not the only one to have thought of this, but no one sponsor this...they'd think it were hate-filled. But it'd be like "Sanford and Son" where the joke isn't about being homeless. The comedy comes from living perfectly fine in poverty. The great Norman Lear wouldn't have the balls to tackle this...God love him. Because the Lefties in Hollywood lost their humor and sense of satire. There would be no agenda other than having laughs...however...they'd probably think we were laughing at them. This ISN'T comedy. They're just trying to make their situation better.
Now the Left probably will never find this funny. They use to. It was comedy gold. I could see Matt LeBlanc now...play the Dad. He did something similar with Joe Bologna in the late 90's.
The other thing...the biting truth. I'm sure I'm not the only one to have thought of this, but no one sponsor this...they'd think it were hate-filled. But it'd be like "Sanford and Son" where the joke isn't about being homeless. The comedy comes from living perfectly fine in poverty. The great Norman Lear wouldn't have the balls to tackle this...God love him. Because the Lefties in Hollywood lost their humor and sense of satire. There would be no agenda other than having laughs...however...they'd probably think we were laughing at them. This ISN'T comedy. They're just trying to make their situation better.
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Winning In Hollywood
Remember those hilarious titles that would start like "How To Break Into Hollywood!" Or "100 Secrets To Stardom!"
Guess not. They were old titles I recall seeing in libraries out here. Guess the person who bought the book had reached stardom and donated it.
Probably not.
Look, I REALLY don't want you to think I'm an angry curmudgeon who wants you or everyone to fail. Honestly, I bet you have more talent than the people working today (especially Leo DiCaprio...man that guy sucks, I truly don't get his appeal). The point is to keep doing it because you love it not because you're trying to A) get the world to love you (because they'll most likely hate you more) B) being famous.
Famous isn't the famous it was before. And that saddens me.
Famous before meant a touch of...class. Today...Khardashian.
To me, in order to move forward in this town, there is nose to grindstone and a lot of disappointment or delusion.
There's an episode of "Growing Pains" (an 80's-90's sitcom) where, after having high school theater acclaim, Mike Seaver decides to enroll in theater classes in college. His teacher is a stage affected douchebag who quotes Ibsen and starts off the semester with an incredibly corny acting technique. Mike clearly feels he is in over his head, not having read any classical theater and only having done a Thornton Wilder high school gimme play called "Our Town" (saw my friend do this in Warsaw, Indiana...shudder).
At the end of the week, the students in this class are suppose to bring in audition notices and read them aloud. The others bring Broadway notices or hoity-toity plays, Mike...brings in one for an audition for a television spot for a fish and chips restaurant. The class erupts in laughter. So low brow. The professor snobbily dismisses this as frivolous.
Later, Mike tries his best to immerse himself in these plays and has no clue of Shakespeare's language. Distraught, he goes to audition for the fish and chips commercial. There he runs into...two of his classmates! They shamefully backpedal and admit that they haven't done anything of any merit and start from scratch. And then...the kicker...
...the audition room...the door opens and the professor emerges thanking the people in the audition room for the role. He gotten the part, that he had earlier shamed Mike in presenting.
For those paying attention...this is a lesson in ego. Regardless of content or pride, one still has to survive.
Guess not. They were old titles I recall seeing in libraries out here. Guess the person who bought the book had reached stardom and donated it.
Probably not.
Look, I REALLY don't want you to think I'm an angry curmudgeon who wants you or everyone to fail. Honestly, I bet you have more talent than the people working today (especially Leo DiCaprio...man that guy sucks, I truly don't get his appeal). The point is to keep doing it because you love it not because you're trying to A) get the world to love you (because they'll most likely hate you more) B) being famous.
Famous isn't the famous it was before. And that saddens me.
Famous before meant a touch of...class. Today...Khardashian.
To me, in order to move forward in this town, there is nose to grindstone and a lot of disappointment or delusion.
There's an episode of "Growing Pains" (an 80's-90's sitcom) where, after having high school theater acclaim, Mike Seaver decides to enroll in theater classes in college. His teacher is a stage affected douchebag who quotes Ibsen and starts off the semester with an incredibly corny acting technique. Mike clearly feels he is in over his head, not having read any classical theater and only having done a Thornton Wilder high school gimme play called "Our Town" (saw my friend do this in Warsaw, Indiana...shudder).
At the end of the week, the students in this class are suppose to bring in audition notices and read them aloud. The others bring Broadway notices or hoity-toity plays, Mike...brings in one for an audition for a television spot for a fish and chips restaurant. The class erupts in laughter. So low brow. The professor snobbily dismisses this as frivolous.
Later, Mike tries his best to immerse himself in these plays and has no clue of Shakespeare's language. Distraught, he goes to audition for the fish and chips commercial. There he runs into...two of his classmates! They shamefully backpedal and admit that they haven't done anything of any merit and start from scratch. And then...the kicker...
...the audition room...the door opens and the professor emerges thanking the people in the audition room for the role. He gotten the part, that he had earlier shamed Mike in presenting.
For those paying attention...this is a lesson in ego. Regardless of content or pride, one still has to survive.
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Kabuki Theater
Be still.
Have I told you actors this before? Sure I have. Someone in your acting school or some book read must've told you this.
I'm pouring through actor's reels right now. Most should be going after character actor roles. Seems they are going for leads. Be a character, you'll work more.
Maybe it's this new Marvel or DC influence, but stop fucking emoting (at least don't put it in your reel). It's awful and LOUD. Declaring something like you did in theater doesn't make a bigger impact. In fact, you look silly.
There's a film phrase I'd want most actors to know as well...it's this "if you can think it, we can see it." Hammer that into your skulls. Because everyone around you is BIG. And that could be from poor direction. To me...I think it would surprise people. Regardless of material.
For example, if you're playing an alien toad from Jupiter, maybe they want you silly. But in serious parts, God...
To me (and yes, this is only MY taste) less is better. Always. How about just doing something? Instead of marching to get a pen, just go get the pen. This is what I see in reels...
-Too many hand movements
-your head nods like a bobblehead
-you're too loud
-you smirk or smile at lines that are meant to be serious...this reads as arrogant...unless you're suppose to be a dick...which could work
-You milk moments. The lines clearly don't mean you extend the words. A LOT of actors put unnecessary beats to extend screen time. Fuck you, dude or dude-ess. If anything, makes you look retarded.
Okay, thanks for letting me vent. Here's the thing...I get it...whatever project you put on your reel, it was an opportunity and you want to make the most of it. A lot of newer directors seem to feel if you aren't emoting, you aren't acting. Barf.
Some are confusing. On one reel, I saw a set that was clearly paid for by a LOT of money. It was set in World War 2 and had BEAUTIFUL set design. The actress embodied the character. Moved properly and was elegant. Then she talked. Stilted and loud. For one thing, she didn't understand 40's lingo (it takes place there). She seemed to have difficulty with the phrasing and it just seemed to be read (which, if the director most likely gave up and just told her to read it). BUT what made sense is that she was channeling the movies of that era. Worked then, not now. Be careful. Listen carefully. The best part of that reel was when she was standing touching things.
In all seriousness, stop fucking moving. Stay still. Here...do this...pick a broad action movie...like "Predator" for instance. Now...say "get to the choppa!" without moving your head and not screaming it. Say it differently in front of a mirror and don't move your head. Practice this until it becomes like it FEELS like you're giving advice to a kid.
This is Mickey Rourke and Meryl Streep level subtlety.
Have I told you actors this before? Sure I have. Someone in your acting school or some book read must've told you this.
I'm pouring through actor's reels right now. Most should be going after character actor roles. Seems they are going for leads. Be a character, you'll work more.
Maybe it's this new Marvel or DC influence, but stop fucking emoting (at least don't put it in your reel). It's awful and LOUD. Declaring something like you did in theater doesn't make a bigger impact. In fact, you look silly.
There's a film phrase I'd want most actors to know as well...it's this "if you can think it, we can see it." Hammer that into your skulls. Because everyone around you is BIG. And that could be from poor direction. To me...I think it would surprise people. Regardless of material.
For example, if you're playing an alien toad from Jupiter, maybe they want you silly. But in serious parts, God...
To me (and yes, this is only MY taste) less is better. Always. How about just doing something? Instead of marching to get a pen, just go get the pen. This is what I see in reels...
-Too many hand movements
-your head nods like a bobblehead
-you're too loud
-you smirk or smile at lines that are meant to be serious...this reads as arrogant...unless you're suppose to be a dick...which could work
-You milk moments. The lines clearly don't mean you extend the words. A LOT of actors put unnecessary beats to extend screen time. Fuck you, dude or dude-ess. If anything, makes you look retarded.
Okay, thanks for letting me vent. Here's the thing...I get it...whatever project you put on your reel, it was an opportunity and you want to make the most of it. A lot of newer directors seem to feel if you aren't emoting, you aren't acting. Barf.
Some are confusing. On one reel, I saw a set that was clearly paid for by a LOT of money. It was set in World War 2 and had BEAUTIFUL set design. The actress embodied the character. Moved properly and was elegant. Then she talked. Stilted and loud. For one thing, she didn't understand 40's lingo (it takes place there). She seemed to have difficulty with the phrasing and it just seemed to be read (which, if the director most likely gave up and just told her to read it). BUT what made sense is that she was channeling the movies of that era. Worked then, not now. Be careful. Listen carefully. The best part of that reel was when she was standing touching things.
In all seriousness, stop fucking moving. Stay still. Here...do this...pick a broad action movie...like "Predator" for instance. Now...say "get to the choppa!" without moving your head and not screaming it. Say it differently in front of a mirror and don't move your head. Practice this until it becomes like it FEELS like you're giving advice to a kid.
This is Mickey Rourke and Meryl Streep level subtlety.
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