Get Off My Casting Couch

My writing partner and I have been quite fortunate in the success we have had with a number of our plays. Our plays have been performed across the country under our nom de plum, and we have been pretty happy with the success. However, on a whim we decided to pursue a different venue of drama: film. And we weren’t happy with just screenwriting; we wanted to produce the project ourselves.

Our first hurdle was finding a director. We weren’t foolish enough to believe we could direct it ourselves; we’re writers, not directors. So we scoured the universities seeking impressive graduates who might see this as a project to enhance or bolster a directing career. Our only real stipulation was that we wanted someone who didn’t think an explosive car chase might further the plot or someone who might mistake a crying French clown as interpretative drama. So we were pretty open. We also intended to cast the film as well.

Well, we found our director, and he turned out to be exactly what we were looking for.

Then it came to casting. It was our intention from the start to have the two of us star in our own film. We weren’t seeking an Oscar; we were feeding our vanity. We were both non-actors, having received our training in the forensics dramatic interpretation medium instead. (Note: For those not familiar with forensics dramatic interpretation: imagine performing a…