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Can You Do Too Good a Job?
Apr. 19th, 2006 07:18 pmSo, had a nice voiceover gig today. I really need the money, so I'm quite glad for it, but I may have shot myself in the foot a bit by being too good for my own good. As in, they booked me for two hours, and I would have definitely got paid for that, but I was in and out in about 25 minutes. First take on most of the copy. It was just real easy stock narration -- well, with a lot of technical legal and corporate jargon, but I spent years in that world. The very good actress who connected me with this job did the same copy right before me (they're going to cut between us on the final track) and it took her close to 90 minutes. I think that technical-legal jargon just comes naturally to me (usually in a parodic way, but I can play it straight). I hope I still get paid for the two hours, but I didn't want to say anything, and just let it fall where it may (I was there for 90 minutes altogether, in any case).
At the same time, I made some good contacts at the studio for future voiceover work, which is what I was hoping would happen anyway. And there was marveling at my speed and accuracy, so in the long run, it may be for the best that I was on my game today.
But in the short run, I need money for car repairs. And food.
Sold some DVDs I didn't need anymore at Kim's on St. Marks Place for food money until some pending pay comes through on a few jobs.
No creative thinking today, really. I'm re-reading both parts of Angels in America for some reason. I find Kushner's writing in it very problematic at times -- he has an annoying habit of creating a beautiful, transcendent moment, sublime and unique and moving, and then he immediately deflates it with an easy (if often terrific) laugh line, as if he's scared of being so open and honest with the grand emotional gesture he's made. I was bemused and pleased that a few (but not all) of these cheap punches were dropped from the film version . . . also, the film actors handled some of the lines perfectly in context so that they didn't spoil the moving moments as much as they seemed to on the page (I'm thinking specifically of Streep's reading of "You sonovabitch" as Ethel Rosenberg, ending her recitation of the Kaddish over Roy Cohn -- on the page, it spoils the sad, beautiful moment that precedes it; Streep made it a multi-leveled natural close to the Kaddish).
Still, with all that bugs me about Kushner's writing, I find myself re-reading these plays much more than many others that I "prefer." There's something about them that is very inspirational and grand. They work. As simple as that, I guess.
At the same time, I made some good contacts at the studio for future voiceover work, which is what I was hoping would happen anyway. And there was marveling at my speed and accuracy, so in the long run, it may be for the best that I was on my game today.
But in the short run, I need money for car repairs. And food.
Sold some DVDs I didn't need anymore at Kim's on St. Marks Place for food money until some pending pay comes through on a few jobs.
No creative thinking today, really. I'm re-reading both parts of Angels in America for some reason. I find Kushner's writing in it very problematic at times -- he has an annoying habit of creating a beautiful, transcendent moment, sublime and unique and moving, and then he immediately deflates it with an easy (if often terrific) laugh line, as if he's scared of being so open and honest with the grand emotional gesture he's made. I was bemused and pleased that a few (but not all) of these cheap punches were dropped from the film version . . . also, the film actors handled some of the lines perfectly in context so that they didn't spoil the moving moments as much as they seemed to on the page (I'm thinking specifically of Streep's reading of "You sonovabitch" as Ethel Rosenberg, ending her recitation of the Kaddish over Roy Cohn -- on the page, it spoils the sad, beautiful moment that precedes it; Streep made it a multi-leveled natural close to the Kaddish).
Still, with all that bugs me about Kushner's writing, I find myself re-reading these plays much more than many others that I "prefer." There's something about them that is very inspirational and grand. They work. As simple as that, I guess.
