slender, beautiful, and dead; actress will lie on an examination table and be the best dead person she can be; need to be the Meryl Streep of stunt corpses; nudity, but will be draped in kelp, covered in sand, and festooned by the occasional crab (not live).
“You basically never want to be a woman of any kind in a cold open for any kind of a crime/drama. 99.9% chance of rape/assault/violence/torture/murder/kidnapping. Watch.”
it’s worrying, as an actor, when your working life depends on casting calls such as… “Must be willing to have a condom filled with condensed milk thrown at her face”; “She must be enough of a visual aesthetic to be believably the prey of a stalker”; “You’d be scantily clad, stripped, washed down, wrapped in cling film and then killed”.
Yet we put up with it. We grit our teeth and endure. Because, what can be finer than answering that dreaded question with…
“Why yes, I am working on something. Let me tell you about my new role as a rubber duck…”
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