Two brothers, one fate…
I was neither blood nor water in this, but I played a pretty good drunk in between
them.
There was a fair amount of dramatic improvisation to refine and develop our roles
here. Directed with a deft hand by Richell Morrissey, we had a ball collaborating on
this rich man’s overlooked son. (I love rehearsing. The more rehearsal, the better!)
Mr. Wrong? Thanks, Mom.
You know when your Mother tells you that she hated you and wanted the other guy
to win, you’re on to something.
Meet Stephan, algebraic poet.
I’m very proud of this feature. It’s the story of Sam, a former football star who’s
capped out over 400 lbs., and his attempt to get his life back together. It’s told with
heart and charm, a truly beautiful family effort.
So this Priest falls in love with a whore…
There are times when you just love being an artist. This was a beautiful and
wondrous piece about a cleric whose faith is shaken when he’s tempted by a fallen
angel.
It’s also not my first time playing a man of the cloth. I’m regularly cast as both
priests and serial killers. It turns out that my morality is suspect.
2 days. 7 Actors. 1 film.
We had 48 hours to complete a movie entirely from start to finish. From the
wellspring of Kristina Denton’s creativity came an awesome heist film, and THE
DEED was born.
For some unfathomable reason, I was allowed to direct and perform. It was
unparalled grandeur and exquisite hell. And truly hilarious. Amazing actors and a
crackpot team!
The birth of an art form…
This was an original play based on the beginnings of Dadaism. Featured here are the
brilliant Jared Mertz, Corena Chase, Anthony Backman, and me.
I remember, as tensions collided, Dada finally came roaring alive through us in a
symphony of nonsense and beastlike sounds: a revolution of hilarity and sheer
power.
Yeah, this was kind of fun.
A screenwriter. A serial killer.
Going crazy, it turns out, was easier for me than expected. It was my first time
drowning a producer in a swimming pool, though. And bludgeoning a man in a
shower, also new. And definitely my first time pushing a guy out a window.
The car explosion, though? Not new. Not by a long shot…
I want the strong, silent, prematurely balding type.
This was my first directing effort, an hour-long pilot about the private stories of
men. Not the overgrown stunted men children as we often see, but men struggling
with complex feelings, men trying to do right, men with self-awareness and
morality, facing up to the ideas of how they should behave in an emasculated,
confused time.
I’d tell you, but then I’d…
So I’ve sworn about forty-one Confidentiality clauses for this small, independent
feature. And that means that I won’t tell you anything about it, or confirm that I was
in it, really. If I was. And I won’t share any photos or video, were there any to share.
And were I to say I relished wearing horn-rimmed glasses I would most certainly be
referring to some other film experience.
From across the cosmos…
This premiere work of DTG was performed as part of the Santa Monica Playhouse’s
50th season. All proceeds were donated to the theater to help its financial burden.
This beautiful, arresting piece was my Hamlet, a hard-won dream role supported by
an extraordinary ensemble. One of my top theatre experiences ever. Unforgettable.
Modern verse? Seriously?
This was a huge hit, and I still don’t understand half of it! This was an ensemble of
20 overachievers, the kind that remindst you how little talent you possess. I played
Laptop, a lispy, undersexed computer freak. Before each show, I was lowered into
a coffin beneath the stage for an hour. Unable to move, I could only listen. IIt was a
truly unforgettable way to experience this play.