I have been getting a couple of questions repeatedly regarding the auditions and hence decided to put up a post that hopefully answers them.
a) If you are not going to be around in Jan or are not sure of the dates of your availability for the auditions, you have the option of taping the monologues in your own time and sending me the videos for the first round. Even if you are in town but would prefer this method vs. a face-to-face auditions directly, you can do it. The deadline for the videos would be Jan 5th , 2010. Please send the files or links to makingofthefilm@gmail.com.
b) You need to prepare all three monologues given (irrespective of whether it is video or face-to-face). They cover different emotions and am trying to get a good gauge of your range in order to cast appropriately.
If you have any further questions, please contact makingofthefilm@gmail.com.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Audition Pre-work for Girls!
Below are the three monologues that need to be prepared for the auditions (to be held in January 2010) for the ladies. I have added a short note to explain the mood as well. If you have any further questions, you can contact makingofthefilm@gmail.com for more details. All the best! :)
a) Reminisicing, light, calm, laid back.
My dream? You'd never guess, to look at me. But when I was a little kid? I spent summers on a farm. My Dad's grandparents'. Till I was six. When I was seven my parents divorced, and the summers stopped. My Great-Grands passed away not very long after. I don't remember much about it, really. Except that I was happy. I fed the chickens and rode a pony. And I remember smells: the country air. Sometimes, now, a fresh rain on grass in the park? Takes me right back. Anyway, that's my dream: to own a farm. A small one, where I can grow my own food, and ride a horse. Maybe grow some fancy stuff for gourmet restaurants? Asparagus and herbs and free range chickens. A couple of big old brown-eyed milk cows. I want an old fashioned wood barn-- I love that smell: a wood barn filled with hay and animals. I want plenty of trees, a brook with a pond, some mountains in the distance. I dream about it day and night. I calm myself looking at seed catalogs. Or I sketch out designs for my farm house. I search through the real estate photos, looking for just the right place: far, far away from the city noise, and from the stink. Be best if my nearest neighbor is out of sight. Thing is, I've had enough of people. And I wouldn't be surprised if they've had enough of me.
b) Animated, bubbly
Let me tell you something about Janis Ian. We were best friends in middle school. (makes a face) I know right, it's soooo embarrassing. I don't even...whatever. So then in eighth grade I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle, who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana--and Janis was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like if I would blow her off to hang out with Kyle, she'd be like "Why didn't you call me back?!" and I'd be like, "Uh, why are you so obsessed with me?" So then for my birthday party, which was an all girls pool party, I was like, "Janyce I can't invite you because I think you're a lesbian" I mean, I couldn't have a lesbian at my party! There were going to be girls there in their bathing suits! I mean right, she was a lesbian! So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her and it was so retarded and then she dropped out of school 'cause no one would talk to her and she came back in the fall for high school and her hair was all cut off and she was totally weird and now I guess she's on crack. Oh my God! I love your skirt, where did you get it?
c) Tired, beaten, suppressed emotions
My home life? It's okay. I guess most people would think my family's a happy little family. And well I guess... they are. I act like a part of this happy little family. But on the inside I'm screaming trying to get out. My parents just don't get it. All they do is scream and shout at me yell and yell even louder. It's like their anger comes out on me...(beat) ...this is hard. I've never told anyone about this before. I'm like any other girl. Afraid she's not skinny or pretty enough. So I eat a healthy breakfast, lunch, dinner... but, it's not like it stays in me for very long. My parents don't get it because they don't know. They don't know that after every single meal I eat... my head ends up in the toilet and my finger down my throat. They don't see it because they don't care. Sometimes I think they would have been better off with another son. At least then he wouldn't have some dumb ass eating disorder.
The above monologues are courtesy of:
http://www.stageagent.com/Shows/Monologues/
http://www.actorpoint.com/monologue.html
Shilpa Krishnan
Writer/Director
a) Reminisicing, light, calm, laid back.
My dream? You'd never guess, to look at me. But when I was a little kid? I spent summers on a farm. My Dad's grandparents'. Till I was six. When I was seven my parents divorced, and the summers stopped. My Great-Grands passed away not very long after. I don't remember much about it, really. Except that I was happy. I fed the chickens and rode a pony. And I remember smells: the country air. Sometimes, now, a fresh rain on grass in the park? Takes me right back. Anyway, that's my dream: to own a farm. A small one, where I can grow my own food, and ride a horse. Maybe grow some fancy stuff for gourmet restaurants? Asparagus and herbs and free range chickens. A couple of big old brown-eyed milk cows. I want an old fashioned wood barn-- I love that smell: a wood barn filled with hay and animals. I want plenty of trees, a brook with a pond, some mountains in the distance. I dream about it day and night. I calm myself looking at seed catalogs. Or I sketch out designs for my farm house. I search through the real estate photos, looking for just the right place: far, far away from the city noise, and from the stink. Be best if my nearest neighbor is out of sight. Thing is, I've had enough of people. And I wouldn't be surprised if they've had enough of me.
b) Animated, bubbly
Let me tell you something about Janis Ian. We were best friends in middle school. (makes a face) I know right, it's soooo embarrassing. I don't even...whatever. So then in eighth grade I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle, who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana--and Janis was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like if I would blow her off to hang out with Kyle, she'd be like "Why didn't you call me back?!" and I'd be like, "Uh, why are you so obsessed with me?" So then for my birthday party, which was an all girls pool party, I was like, "Janyce I can't invite you because I think you're a lesbian" I mean, I couldn't have a lesbian at my party! There were going to be girls there in their bathing suits! I mean right, she was a lesbian! So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her and it was so retarded and then she dropped out of school 'cause no one would talk to her and she came back in the fall for high school and her hair was all cut off and she was totally weird and now I guess she's on crack. Oh my God! I love your skirt, where did you get it?
c) Tired, beaten, suppressed emotions
My home life? It's okay. I guess most people would think my family's a happy little family. And well I guess... they are. I act like a part of this happy little family. But on the inside I'm screaming trying to get out. My parents just don't get it. All they do is scream and shout at me yell and yell even louder. It's like their anger comes out on me...(beat) ...this is hard. I've never told anyone about this before. I'm like any other girl. Afraid she's not skinny or pretty enough. So I eat a healthy breakfast, lunch, dinner... but, it's not like it stays in me for very long. My parents don't get it because they don't know. They don't know that after every single meal I eat... my head ends up in the toilet and my finger down my throat. They don't see it because they don't care. Sometimes I think they would have been better off with another son. At least then he wouldn't have some dumb ass eating disorder.
The above monologues are courtesy of:
http://www.stageagent.com/Shows/Monologues/
http://www.actorpoint.com/monologue.html
Shilpa Krishnan
Writer/Director
Audition Pre-work for Guys
Below are the three monologues that need to be prepared for the auditions (to be held in January 2010) for guys. I have added a short note to explain the mood as well. If you have any further questions, you can contact makingofthefilm@gmail.com for more details. All the best! :)
a) Reminisicing, light, calm, laid back.
My dream? You'd never guess, to look at me. But when I was a little kid? I spent summers on a farm. My Dad's grandparents'. Till I was six. When I was seven my parents divorced, and the summers stopped. My Great-Grands passed away not very long after. I don't remember much about it, really. Except that I was happy. I fed the chickens and rode a pony. And I remember smells: the country air. Sometimes, now, a fresh rain on grass in the park? Takes me right back. Anyway, that's my dream: to own a farm. A small one, where I can grow my own food, and ride a horse. Maybe grow some fancy stuff for gourmet restaurants? Asparagus and herbs and free range chickens. A couple of big old brown-eyed milk cows. I want an old fashioned wood barn-- I love that smell: a wood barn filled with hay and animals. I want plenty of trees, a brook with a pond, some mountains in the distance. I dream about it day and night. I calm myself looking at seed catalogs. Or I sketch out designs for my farm house. I search through the real estate photos, looking for just the right place: far, far away from the city noise, and from the stink. Be best if my nearest neighbor is out of sight. Thing is, I've had enough of people. And I wouldn't be surprised if they've had enough of me.
b) Reminisicing but passionate, excited.
Business is definitely business, but just listen for a minute You don't understand this. When I was a boy-eighteen, nineteen---I was already on the road. And there was a question in my mind as to whether selling had a future for me. Because in those days I had a yearning to go to Alaska. And I was almost decided to go, when I met a salesman in the Parker House. His name was Dave Singleman. And he was eighty-four years old, and he'd drummed merchandise in thirty-one states. And old Dave, he'd go up to his room, y'understand, put on his green velvet slippers---I'll never forget---and pick up his phone and call the buyers, and without ever leaving his room, at the age of eighty-four, he made his living. And when I say that, I realized that selling was the greatest career a man could want. 'Cause what could be more satisfying than to be able to go, at the age of eight-four, into twenty of thirty different cities, and pick up a phone, and be remembered and loved and helped by so many different people? Do you know? When he died--- when he died, Hundreds of salesman and buyers were at his funeral. See In those days there was personality in it, Howard. There was respect, and comradeship, and gratitude in it. Today, it's all cut and dried and there's no chance for bringing friendship to bear---or personality. You see what I mean? They just don't know me any more!
c) Strong, angry, passionate and later embarrassed and hesitant.
"Don't 'but - Albert' me, Rose! You are merely woman. I am man! Woman's job is to obey and keep the house clean! And speak only when she is spoke to! And my first command, woman, is for you to get our bags and be down at the station by six-thirty tomorrow morning...when I intend to be there with Conrad! And I further command you to bring whatever legal documents are necessary because I intend on making you Mrs. Albert Peterson by 2400 hours tomorrow! Roger, over, and out!...Rose, did I..did I mention that I love you?"
The above monologues are courtesy of:
http://www.stageagent.com/Shows/Monologues/
http://www.actorpoint.com/monologue.html
Shilpa Krishnan
Writer/Director
a) Reminisicing, light, calm, laid back.
My dream? You'd never guess, to look at me. But when I was a little kid? I spent summers on a farm. My Dad's grandparents'. Till I was six. When I was seven my parents divorced, and the summers stopped. My Great-Grands passed away not very long after. I don't remember much about it, really. Except that I was happy. I fed the chickens and rode a pony. And I remember smells: the country air. Sometimes, now, a fresh rain on grass in the park? Takes me right back. Anyway, that's my dream: to own a farm. A small one, where I can grow my own food, and ride a horse. Maybe grow some fancy stuff for gourmet restaurants? Asparagus and herbs and free range chickens. A couple of big old brown-eyed milk cows. I want an old fashioned wood barn-- I love that smell: a wood barn filled with hay and animals. I want plenty of trees, a brook with a pond, some mountains in the distance. I dream about it day and night. I calm myself looking at seed catalogs. Or I sketch out designs for my farm house. I search through the real estate photos, looking for just the right place: far, far away from the city noise, and from the stink. Be best if my nearest neighbor is out of sight. Thing is, I've had enough of people. And I wouldn't be surprised if they've had enough of me.
b) Reminisicing but passionate, excited.
Business is definitely business, but just listen for a minute You don't understand this. When I was a boy-eighteen, nineteen---I was already on the road. And there was a question in my mind as to whether selling had a future for me. Because in those days I had a yearning to go to Alaska. And I was almost decided to go, when I met a salesman in the Parker House. His name was Dave Singleman. And he was eighty-four years old, and he'd drummed merchandise in thirty-one states. And old Dave, he'd go up to his room, y'understand, put on his green velvet slippers---I'll never forget---and pick up his phone and call the buyers, and without ever leaving his room, at the age of eighty-four, he made his living. And when I say that, I realized that selling was the greatest career a man could want. 'Cause what could be more satisfying than to be able to go, at the age of eight-four, into twenty of thirty different cities, and pick up a phone, and be remembered and loved and helped by so many different people? Do you know? When he died--- when he died, Hundreds of salesman and buyers were at his funeral. See In those days there was personality in it, Howard. There was respect, and comradeship, and gratitude in it. Today, it's all cut and dried and there's no chance for bringing friendship to bear---or personality. You see what I mean? They just don't know me any more!
c) Strong, angry, passionate and later embarrassed and hesitant.
"Don't 'but - Albert' me, Rose! You are merely woman. I am man! Woman's job is to obey and keep the house clean! And speak only when she is spoke to! And my first command, woman, is for you to get our bags and be down at the station by six-thirty tomorrow morning...when I intend to be there with Conrad! And I further command you to bring whatever legal documents are necessary because I intend on making you Mrs. Albert Peterson by 2400 hours tomorrow! Roger, over, and out!...Rose, did I..did I mention that I love you?"
The above monologues are courtesy of:
http://www.stageagent.com/Shows/Monologues/
http://www.actorpoint.com/monologue.html
Shilpa Krishnan
Writer/Director
Friday, December 4, 2009
Call for cast and crew
Calling for actors, actresses and production crew members. Those interested, contact me before Dec 10th 2009. Requirements as below:
a) Interested parties need to be in Singapore for almost the whole of 2010.
b) No prior experience required but strong commitment and genuine passion are MUSTs.
c) All races welcome but the lead roles are Indian.
d) Indians who are interested in lead roles should be able to converse in Hindi fairly well.
e) No money to be expected. This is an independant no-budget production. However, tons of fun promised!
f) Auditions scheduled for January 2010, Pre-production including rehearsals from Feb - Jun, Shoot from Jul - Sep, Post production for the rest of the year (well, that's the ideal schedule at least).
g) 80% roles are for people in their late 20's or look as if they are in late 20's (but there are a few roles for older people as well).
h) We need an Indian baby for a couple of scenes. So anyone who is a new mom or about to be mom soon can contact us as well.
Separately, sponsors are highly welcome.
Please help spread the word! Thanks! :)
- Shilpa Krishnan, Writer/Director
a) Interested parties need to be in Singapore for almost the whole of 2010.
b) No prior experience required but strong commitment and genuine passion are MUSTs.
c) All races welcome but the lead roles are Indian.
d) Indians who are interested in lead roles should be able to converse in Hindi fairly well.
e) No money to be expected. This is an independant no-budget production. However, tons of fun promised!
f) Auditions scheduled for January 2010, Pre-production including rehearsals from Feb - Jun, Shoot from Jul - Sep, Post production for the rest of the year (well, that's the ideal schedule at least).
g) 80% roles are for people in their late 20's or look as if they are in late 20's (but there are a few roles for older people as well).
h) We need an Indian baby for a couple of scenes. So anyone who is a new mom or about to be mom soon can contact us as well.
Separately, sponsors are highly welcome.
Please help spread the word! Thanks! :)
- Shilpa Krishnan, Writer/Director
Making of the blog
I have written a script. For a feature film. OK, for a 1 hour film. Which is a big leap from the 1-6 minute films I have written and made previously. And I want to make it. I have no money nor any contacts with bigwigs but I believe I will get a passionate team and together we will make it happen somehow.
To begin with, I thought a blog would be perfect place to put up updates. And the biggest barrier was I couldn't think of a suitable name, since there is no title for the film yet. Yes, I can write a feature film script but when it comes to giving it a suitable title, am stumped. After a bit of brainstroming, the blog has been christened "makingofthefilm". Not the biggest of eye openers but will serve the purpose of temporarily maintaining the spot until the title of the film is fixed.
Hopefully as the film takes off, I can get the cast and crew members to put up their thoughts here as well. But for the time being, it's just me.
- Shilpa Krishnan, Writer/Director.
To begin with, I thought a blog would be perfect place to put up updates. And the biggest barrier was I couldn't think of a suitable name, since there is no title for the film yet. Yes, I can write a feature film script but when it comes to giving it a suitable title, am stumped. After a bit of brainstroming, the blog has been christened "makingofthefilm". Not the biggest of eye openers but will serve the purpose of temporarily maintaining the spot until the title of the film is fixed.
Hopefully as the film takes off, I can get the cast and crew members to put up their thoughts here as well. But for the time being, it's just me.
- Shilpa Krishnan, Writer/Director.
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