I read his response:
"One would have thought that granting fans the opportunity to post directly to me, that this would be the busiest section of the forum."
"Yet, with all the recipes, bookshelves and other categories, this is the
first post made here."
"I'm not judging, just making an observation"
The First time I saw him...
I met him many years ago; he had just graduated Devoe Acting School and had joined the cast of one of those little Shakespearian companies.
When I had to cast roles for television or motion pictures I tended to splash around in the waay waay off Broadway world.
I was always looking for that unknown I could make a known. That new face which could fill the 'Name Brand' role for a tenth of the cost.
For example, we wanted a 'Brad Pitt' type for this soap, we wanted a 'Whoopi Goldberg' type for that drama.
I'd go out and search in those lost corners of the thespian world. Often I'd find someone who didn't 'fit' the 'Brad Pitt' as he was Asian or my Whoopi might be
a blonde, but I went for talent and presence, as many characters are blank slates where the physical appearance was not as important as the 'presence'.
That's why I cast him. When I saw him I almost immediately ' felt' his presence.
He had the ability to pull my eyes from centre stage to the corner where he
stood, force my ears to strain for his lines.
I wanted him.
I left the theatre, called my Aide, told her where, when, and who, and went out
to a late dinner.
The next day I met him at the casting. I sat quietly. When he came onto the
stage, I told the director; "That's the one..."
I spoke softly without gesture.
Who I Am
I'm Midas. That's what they call me. Behind my back.
I am the one they call first, (if they can afford my fee). I seem to always find that perfect actor/actress who catches attention and more than fulfills the request.
I appear very humble. I dress down, I am quiet, ignorable. I work to be ignorable because I do not want the focus.
It would destroy my usefulness if an actor knew who I was and began to play
to me. I must see them at that moment of honesty when they are playing their
part, unaware of the significance of the eyes on them.
So I sit in little theatres watching little plays, my eyes open for that actor/actress who has the potential to be a Star.
Getting the Part
Because I indicated him, he got the part.
After his first appearance the fan base began to grow exponentially.
I ran into the director a few months later, expecting the usual gratefulness.
"I am Never going to Take anyone you suggest Again..."
"What is it Syd?" I ask, confused.
"I thought he was a hit...?" I say.
"Oh, he gets tons of emails and letters, sure. But he is the most obnoxious S.O.B.
I have ever worked with....."
Syd went on to list this guys faults and because I considered Syd a friend I promised to take the S.O.B. off his hands by getting him a role in something
"If you do that, I take back everything I've said..."
They were looking for a particular type in a drama, and I suggested the S.O.B.
As I had suggested him, they went for him.
Considering the kind of person he proved to be, he immediately went to break his contract with Syd and take on this 'bigger' project.
Syd sent me one fantastic bottle of wine as a thank you.
The S.O.B. went into the Drama and became almost a Star.
The Drama was a hit, the Actor was getting so much attention you'd think he'd made it. I recall stopping by a Message Board he'd created for himself and seeing all the fans babbling away and he making maybe one or two posts a month.
Not answering them, you understanding, just using this Message Board for
pontificating. For him, 'All the World's A Stage' and he is the only one on it.
The Director of the Drama hated him, and said; "In one way he was a great
choice, but having to work with him? Let me put it to you like this; He'd try to
teach Einstein about relativity."
"He's one of those?" I laughed.
I couldn't help it.
Every so often I run across an absolute no body who thinks he is a super star
and it is hysterically funny.
Okay, I've got a fine sense of the ridiculous.
I know that until the day an actor is at the top of the A list, making demands
being difficult is a one way ticket to Oblivion.
Actors are ten a penny. Trust me on this. Everyone thinks they can act,
and those who get the chance to do so should be grateful, because there
is [unless one is a virtual physical freak] thirty or more persons who can
take that job without dislocation.
I knew that S.O.B.s days were numbered and that once he was dropped
from the drama he'd never get anything else and wind up where he was
when I met him, third man on the left in an Off Off Off Broadway theatre.
As I said...
As soon as his contract was up, his character was killed.
He had a standard contract not a 'life of the show'.
This meant that it was easily breakable.
Once his character was killed, and he was unemployed, he used his rags of
fame to wangle a role on a soap.
This role lasted one year and he was dropped. Dropped with no offers from
anywhere or anyone. His reputation of an S.O.B. was viral.
Shortly, he was back in little theatres.
I hadn't heard of him for a decade when his name came up in conversation. Apparently the original drama he had appeared in had been syndicated and sold to
far off places and some poor soul didn't realise she was watching a fifteen
year old program and wrote a fan letter.
The station got the letter, and didn't know what to do with it, and mentioned
it to the Director of a current drama, [who'd directed the ancient one he had
The Director mentioned it to me at a cocktail party.
When I got home I did the usual Google to find out if my S.O.B. was still alive.
Still alive and just as pretentious.
His Message Board
It was a very professional looking Web Page, I doubt he paid to have it done,
Yup, he did it himself.
He was a talented Web Page designer.
The page was jammed with images of himself, and there was the Message Board.
I noted that it was not particularly busy. There were few members. I noticed the
various 'categories' and that most of the discussion were between fans, talking
to each other.
He popped in now and then with a pontification, as I would call it. One or two
'fans' might respond, some in one sentence, agreeing.
There was one user who brought up an issue, and anyone could see from the
language used, the information shared, that this was an educated person.
Anyone, not the S.O.B., who responded in a presumptuous manner.
Noticing the dates, that most of the activity between him and the fans was rather
aged, one could call the M.B. fairly moribund, save the sections where this
fan spoke to that fan about something totally unconnected to the S.O.B.
That is when came the post which opens this little report.
For a moment I thought of giving him a synopsis of what happened to him to take
him from that little theatre where I found him, through the first project, the second, and why he would 'never work in this town again.'
But I really didn't see why I should expend the effort.