A lesser role than a supporting actor but much more than a supernumerary, done skillfully, lightheartedly and with memorable photogenicity.
My advice: try to get cancelled and then get an agent. Three documentaries is a marketable portfolio, albeit your pronouns and color are all wrong.
Love the comment by JHS DDS about your stage setting.
Ante-bellum charming. Terrific porch and a gentleman's summer attire.
Yet, since Fauci is to The Science what Jim Crow was to The Rule of Law, portraying Briggs as Atticus Finch is also fitting, and not on a veranda but on the stoop of the county jail, facing down a Biden mob intent on lynching Dr. Peter McCullough. And Rhett Butler in Gone With the Wind fits Fauci's denouement. " Oh, Briggs! Where shall I go? What shall I do? Frankly, crooked little man, I don't give a damn."
Great screenshot. I hope you fanned yourself theatrically with a straw hat, sipped some of Mammy's iced tea, leaned over to stroke the fur of your favorite hound--General Beauregard, and went on for a bit about Yankee agression to add to the image.
It's the little things like that which separate stars from supporting actors.
Warm congratulations!
A lesser role than a supporting actor but much more than a supernumerary, done skillfully, lightheartedly and with memorable photogenicity.
My advice: try to get cancelled and then get an agent. Three documentaries is a marketable portfolio, albeit your pronouns and color are all wrong.
Love the comment by JHS DDS about your stage setting.
Ante-bellum charming. Terrific porch and a gentleman's summer attire.
Yet, since Fauci is to The Science what Jim Crow was to The Rule of Law, portraying Briggs as Atticus Finch is also fitting, and not on a veranda but on the stoop of the county jail, facing down a Biden mob intent on lynching Dr. Peter McCullough. And Rhett Butler in Gone With the Wind fits Fauci's denouement. " Oh, Briggs! Where shall I go? What shall I do? Frankly, crooked little man, I don't give a damn."
We totally understand.
Great screenshot. I hope you fanned yourself theatrically with a straw hat, sipped some of Mammy's iced tea, leaned over to stroke the fur of your favorite hound--General Beauregard, and went on for a bit about Yankee agression to add to the image.
It's the little things like that which separate stars from supporting actors.
I think they photoshopped out the cigar.
If this "public intellectual" role does not gain traction, it's time to juice up, hit the gym, and look for action roles. My $.02...