Just like any actor, I see a notice on an Internet audition site that looks like my kind of part and I forward my photo and resume. But this time, I get a call that I'm selected for a part in a movie, "Le Mort de Realite," no audition, just a shoot date. I'm told it's a play in many small parts, and all parts are about equal. That is all I know. And I go. The part - I'm a mother walking my baby in a stroller through the park. Sure, I can do that. I'm an actress. I've been trained. I'm a professional. First the crew gathers to discuss the shot. Director Michel Francois, is holding the camera. We're in Golden Gate Park by the duck pond at the Arboretum. So far, so good.
Michel was a pleasure to work with. So much for french stereotypes. I'd love to see who else was in the film. I was told my copy was on the way. That was over a year ago. My scene couldn't have been more than one minute. I still assume it was pivotal. Well, I did my shot and was out of there in about two hours all told. A days work, and another page on my web site.
C'est tout, c'est tres simple, c'est fini.