'I'm a giant squid,' Norman trumpeted.
'Lovely!' Norma replied. '....................What happened to you being a castle?'
'I'm not entirely sure,' Norman said. 'I just got called to the costume department and an hour later....I guess it's all part of the whirlwind life of a film actor.'
'Well, at least you're not in danger of being typecast,' Bertha mooed.
'That's what I said to myself,' Norman replied, 'and although it is more of a trunk based role I feel there's more to play with as a giant squid AND I get to speak.'
'How exciting!' Norma said. 'What do you say?'
'I say GRRR,' Norman replied, 'and I wave my tentacles about.'
'So you'll be a proper actor?' Bertha asked.
Norman nodded. 'It's a lot to take on at short notice though,' he explained. 'For instance I'm not sure whether to say GRRR or GRRRR?'
'GRRRR,' Bertha advised and Norma agreed.
'Thanks,' Norman replied. 'I'm worried that people might think I'm trying to scene steal. I think a lot will depend on my character's underlying motivations. I think I'll rehearse both versions and then see how the director feels about it.'
'That might be wise,' Norma said.
'If I had more time I'd do some proper research on squid,' Norman continued. 'Cultural history, impact on migration patterns caused by temperature variations in deep water oceanic environments, that sort of thing.'
'When are you filming?' Bertha asked.
Norman checked his fob watch.
'Ten minutes,' he replied. 'I guess I'll just have to wing it?'
And Norma and Bertha agreed that he would.
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