My friend, TheBunny, went to a casting session last week. These are her comments:
"I'm just the graphic designer, so I'm not going to add much value here, but I can tell you what the casting session was like. Which was: neato.
Its a weird process, because its more a feeling out thing. There's no logic to it. You can't make a list of traits and tones and then go find a perfect fit. Lucky for Drex and Tucker, I think they've hired the most amazing director. He was pulling all sorts of different emotions out of the actors as they read, and each read was totally different because of it.
There was one actor who read for Slingblade and just fucking nailed it from the get-go, which was fitting, because in between reads, he made a wry joke about being perfect for the role almost exactly the way Slingblade would. He had the right look and demeanor, and his face was subdued but expressive, the way Slingblade's face is. I couldn't tell you why he did well; not in a million years. There was just something about the way he held his mouth and the way his eyebrows moved in conjunction with this strong and stiff body language, I guess. It was strange. Tucker actually read the part of Tucker for him and they went back and forth. It was surreal because the guy actually did a good job, and it sounded--and more importantly, felt--like any number of times I saw Tucker and Slingblade play video games and rip on each other.
I was watching the casting director, and he spent almost no time looking at the actor. He was watching Tucker's face and my face, because he knew we knew the guy in life, and he knew that when our faces lit up, the "feeling out" was going well, and the actor was right for the part. That CD is no joke, man. He knows his shit. I mean, how do you make decisive decisions that directly affect the success of huge, millions-of-dollars, pieces of art by gut instinct? No doubt, the movie will be superbly cast."
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