Came across this last week on Dead Things on Sticks, a great blog by a Canadian TV writer.
They received it as a sort of actor’s resume, from Billy MacLellan. It’s pretty awesome as resumes go:
I am avail for work on The Border if you have a character that needs to…
-run with a loaded crossbow
-cock a shotgun with one hand
-uppercut a punk-ass onto a banquet table or into a large bowl of punch
-rollerblade chase through the streets of San Fran
-hang offa that part of a helicopter, ya know, that part. (not the propeller)
-Oh! Rescue a girl from train tracks. (No one does that anymore)
-Put quarters on my bent elbow and then catch them with the same hand. ( I think that I saw the Fonz do that one)
-Wrangle a wild stagecoach.
-Headbutt a Scottish guy. (or girl)
-Sing to a kid that is stuck in a drain. (H2O, not sewer)
-Cut the blue wire. (Hold on…)
-Cut the RED wire.
-Get kids outta a trapped bus, submerged in a pool.
-Jump offa a building because the alien in me is too powerful.
-Swim under water that is on fire.
-Ride on the top of an elevator.
-Hurdle over a German soldier to take out the tower with the live grenade around my neck.
-Oh. And I once played Tommy Djelias in The Music Man.
Heh. It was posted here, if you’d like to see the source.
I wonder if we can go back and add in a girl tied to the train tracks in the Western Horror script…Never even considered that one!
Anyone who knows me knows I’m not a sports nut – hell, I’m not even much of a sports fan. I’ve watched the occasional World Cup game or Superbowl or whatnot, but that’s about it. However, for all sorts of reasons, I was captivated by Friday Night Lights (the series, not the movie) last year.
* Uniformly strong writing
* Fantastic actors
* Clear examples of simple stories well told
I would argue it was one of the best written series of all last year, and I was looking to the premiere of the second season with much anticipation last Friday…and was very disappointed.
Fans of Texas high-school football, as those of us who were strangers to the ways of Pigskin Planet learned last season from the NBC small-town drama “Friday Night Lights,” live in the hope that their team will “go to State”—play in the state championship in Dallas, in the Cowboys’ stadium—and make their home town’s dreams come true.
It’s hard to say what’s great about “Friday Night Lights” without feeling that you’re emphasizing the wrong thing, because although the show’s particulars are distinctive and special, it seems not to be made up of parts at all—to just be an organic whole. In short, it feels like life. The show isn’t merely set in the world of West Texas football; it is that world. Watching it, you have a feeling of total immersion—in the (fictional) town of Dillon, in the lives of the football players and their parents, and in all the elements that determine people’s fates in that dry, desolate, and depressed part of the country. This sensation is triggered in part by filmmaking technique and in part by the writing and the acting; but much of it is simply alchemical and wonderfully indefinable.