I've been trying to get back into working on my play THE GOOD DEPUTY but I'm hindered by the fact that I have a very different relationship with the person who initially inspired it. He's an actor and I was his biggest fan, but we had a falling out to put it mildly.
A year ago, when I thought we were friends, he was being sorely misused and it pissed me off. Actors are misused alot - they're all so desperate to act under any circumstances that they're inclined to allow themselves to be exploited. They're kind of like crack addicts in that respect.
The blog
Nudity Required, No Pay addresses this situation with bitter humor.
He agreed to be in an independent movie - against his union's rules - about a sexy female robot who goes around getting naked and killing for revenge or something, in a Western-type environment. I read the script but it was so lame I couldn't be bothered to remember most of it. Basically it's another excuse for fan boys to work with young attractive women and get them to take their clothes off for "artistic" reasons and NOT pay them for it. (See blog link above.)
So my actor friend goes to the film shoot in Bumfuk NJ in some rock quarry in the middle of blazing hot summer for no pay. But the worst, the absolute worst, the thing that drove me crazy was that he was cast as an absolute fucking moron. But not just a moron - an EVIL moron. Usually if a character is a moron he is ethically neutral so he can better be played for laughs. I guess the script's author really wanted to push the envelope with an evil moron.
And then the evil moron is killed in a pointlessly nasty way.
I was thoroughly revolted to see such a good actor wasted like that. Although good actors are wasted on bad parts all the time. And of course, the creators of this film have no idea how bad it is - I am certain they are quite pleased with themselves, as mediocrities usually are.
It's so sad - there was a production photo of him in which he looked great, dressed up like a cowboy standing with his hands on his hips - really sexy and charming and sweet yet dignified* - but that photo had nothing to do with the movie. For the movie he was required to look stupid and unattractive. He almost looked like a different person when he was in character.
What is it about me and cowboys? Maybe it's the tight jeans and the artfully slung gun belts and the boots. Or maybe it's because when I was a ten-year-old I discovered why the older girls were so crazy about boys, thanks to the short-lived TV series
Alias Smith and Jones. Especially Pete Duel - he helped me get in touch with my heterosexuality for the first time.
I adored my actor friend and hated to see him misused that way. He probably didn't feel the same, though - he was acting, at least. It's the crack addict thing. Although I notice that he avoided telling me any of his lines when I asked. But maybe he wasn't embarrassed, maybe he didn't feel like it.
I never told the actor how appalled I was since there didn't seem to be any point. Instead, I would show those movie bastards - I would write a play for my friend in which he would start out seeming to be dumb but in fact was the hero of the play and not dumb, just uneducated and maybe a bit naive. And the audience would love the character the way I loved the actor, my darling, the king of hearts.
Hah - screw you, movie bastards.
Plus, I would also make it an allegory of the Bush years, so it would work on two levels. I wrote the first act, did a reading at NYCPlaywrights, and although it certainly wasn't a perfect script, I could see it had strong potential.
But subsequent events caused me to realize that no matter how much I cared about this actor and tried to show him I cared by doing everything I could to help him do what he loved most, acting, he did not give a damn about me. He had as much feeling for me as most people have for a houseplant. Unless I'm flattering myself.
So even though I feel like THE GOOD DEPUTY is a worthwhile idea, when I sit down to work on it I am reminded of my ex-friend and it fills me with loathing for humanity.
It's a problem.
*also, you could pretty clearly see that he wore his winchester on the left... especially if you zoomed in and played with the photo's brightness/contrast settings... uh... so I've heard...