I once lived in a rich country. I will not say which, I will only say that there is the tallest building in the world and all the highest roads in the world are there too.
And as a result, searching the internet found an advertisement for the casting. A very cool studio was looking for a little Asian girl of three to five years old. I just had a couple of free days and so it was decided to bring there my daughter, who was not sitting at home, and it was useful to air out and show something new.
Send a questionnaire. They called. have agreed. I went to the casting.
A huge studio with pavilions, offices, offices, offices and a lot of people. There were two hundred children, each accompanied by a mother, a sister, a grandmother and a aunt. All the girls are dressed like little princesses in ball and evening dresses, clothed to the blade and with makeup. Such small four-year-old women who behaved maneuverably despite such a young age.
I looked at the girl I was wearing. The shorts. The sandals. The T-shirt. Smoothed only from the stomach and on the head of the tail. A tail that can make dad while mom is at work. Not the best way to compete. There is nothing to lose. Once you have arrived, you have to go to the end. We were given a registration number and my daughter and I went for a walk around the area.
Then I bought ice cream. What was not worth it to do, I understood by wiping out the moustache moustache and wiping out the drops of the separated ice cream from the T-shirt and shorts of my little girl.
When we returned to the line, we were looked at with a smile and regret. Both scattered and scattered.
Their number. We enter the large hall where on one side were the employees of the casting atelier with the most organic cups of coffee. There are cameras, lights and a microphone in the back. Everything is very serious and kind. When the workers saw us there was a break. Then the laughter. The child saw the scattered children's balls and ran to catch them to throw. I immediately went to catch her as I was stopped. Remember how in the cartoon about the mother and her children, they went to a picnic and began to eat someone else’s food, and the girl seeing this also started to eat racing? And here the mother of the martyrs rushed to collect them, enchanted parents grabbed her and watched with delight how their child ate. They also stopped me and told me to let the child get angry and behave naturally. The operators immediately started filming and people at the table made notes.
For several hours, tired, exhausted children came to them, from whom parents demanded to smile at the camera or dance. The children fulfilled their requests, but they were not real.
As a result, I was very grateful, and bingo - We got the role by passing over a hundred competitors!
And further more. The casting manager liked my reaction of stupid surprise that they immediately decided, after a little advice, to record my profile too. I stood up in shorts, shorts and shirts in different poses and said the replicas that I was asked to say. It looked so stubborn that a dull smile did not come down from my face. Later, I was often called to a mass show, and a couple of times I even played an episodic role.
I became interested and asked the casting agency manager to show me my file. Show what they show to customers that they approve.
In fact, this is confidential information. You are already yours. to look.
In my expectation, the description of my role should have been something like “The Impact Man of Asian Appearance.”
"A middle-aged man with a charismatic look" or at least "A man with a dense body structure with a rough voice"
I took a folder and read on it my tag for which I was selected - "Fat Chinese Boy".
Why “great” is understandable. But the “Chinese boy overgrown” is offensive! I am Korean!
and Relax! The manager responded with a smile – Chinese boys are not suitable for the role of Chinese. They are all small, black and with very narrow eyes. And you are so roasted, red, mashalaya!
That’s how I played in a great Chinese movie. The small Chinese.