Drumbeat please....
and the answer is?!
Thanks.
But no thanks.
The last couple of days, as I've weighed this opportunity, I've been wanting--desperately--to say yes. And if it were sponsored by a reputable production company or a university or basically anyone I could sue, I'd be so all over it. But as is, "Quest for the Code" is a wholly independent documentary, which worries me if we're going to be running around Israel and Egypt, poking our heads into religious shrines/places of interest ("Hi! Don't mind us as we seek to potentially undermine deeply held religious tenets...oh, and ignore all the cameras...how are you today?"). Further, it's being assembled by people with a distinct opinion on a very controversial manner (the exec producer is involved with this organization).
All in, there were too many uncertainties and I didn't want to be a part of a project that may have had an ulterior motive.
So I passed.
Crap. Think it's too late to change my mind??
Anyways, thinking through this decision was a great exercise is self exploration. My thought process took me back to one of the very reasons I went into acting--to live an interesting life. I remember when I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark, I sooo wanted to be Indiana Jones--and so, by extension, Harrison Ford. I quickly realized, however, that Harrison Ford was not Indiana Jones, and I was forced to ask myself: do I want to be Indy? running around the world, exploring history and escaping the bad guys? Or do I want to be an actor? Umm...INDY!! But then Mom and Dad woke me up for school and off I went. I realized that though I could maybe (maybe maybe) someday be Indy, or Bruce Wayne, or Neo (well, I am Neo, actually) the only way I could be all of them was to be an actor. But this was an opportunity to be Indy himself. And so yeah...it was tough to pass up. CRAP CRAP. WHAT WAS I THINKING??
Anyways, thanks to all of you who commented/emailed/called with thoughts/opinions/advice.
Apologies for ignoring all of it.
Also, thanks in advance for putting up with my "what the hell was I thinking when I said no" tantrums.
Thanks.
But no thanks.
The last couple of days, as I've weighed this opportunity, I've been wanting--desperately--to say yes. And if it were sponsored by a reputable production company or a university or basically anyone I could sue, I'd be so all over it. But as is, "Quest for the Code" is a wholly independent documentary, which worries me if we're going to be running around Israel and Egypt, poking our heads into religious shrines/places of interest ("Hi! Don't mind us as we seek to potentially undermine deeply held religious tenets...oh, and ignore all the cameras...how are you today?"). Further, it's being assembled by people with a distinct opinion on a very controversial manner (the exec producer is involved with this organization).
All in, there were too many uncertainties and I didn't want to be a part of a project that may have had an ulterior motive.
So I passed.
Crap. Think it's too late to change my mind??
Anyways, thinking through this decision was a great exercise is self exploration. My thought process took me back to one of the very reasons I went into acting--to live an interesting life. I remember when I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark, I sooo wanted to be Indiana Jones--and so, by extension, Harrison Ford. I quickly realized, however, that Harrison Ford was not Indiana Jones, and I was forced to ask myself: do I want to be Indy? running around the world, exploring history and escaping the bad guys? Or do I want to be an actor? Umm...INDY!! But then Mom and Dad woke me up for school and off I went. I realized that though I could maybe (maybe maybe) someday be Indy, or Bruce Wayne, or Neo (well, I am Neo, actually) the only way I could be all of them was to be an actor. But this was an opportunity to be Indy himself. And so yeah...it was tough to pass up. CRAP CRAP. WHAT WAS I THINKING??
Anyways, thanks to all of you who commented/emailed/called with thoughts/opinions/advice.
Apologies for ignoring all of it.
Also, thanks in advance for putting up with my "what the hell was I thinking when I said no" tantrums.