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Peter Luna is a NYC based actor who's currently waiting tables. But not much for much longer.
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Not a huge deal, I know. But it’s my first Under 5. Hope this is a sign of better things to come.
I’m getting paid to watch Leonardo DiCaprio act. It’s both thrilling and incredibly humbling. He never does the same thing twice. Every single take is different. And they’re all good. I’m in awe of his talent. AndOHMyGod, that’s Martin Scorsese directing him. Am I dreaming? #thewolfofwallstreet
Holy shit. I’m on the set of a Martin Scorsese picture.
I was lucky enough to work background on “The Good Wife” yesterday. Here are some photos.
It’s official. Someone from every set I’ve been on in the past year has a horror story about Poppy Montgomery. So I guess she’s the new Faye Dunaway.
I’ll be working on “The Wolf of Wall Street” tomorrow. I’ll take some photos unless instructed otherwise.
UPDATE: No photos will taken tomorrow.
I’m doing another week of background work on “Zero Hour.” It’s a great gig. The premiere episode is online already. I’m not in it.
So I noticed that almost all the extras here are named David. The lead actors are all pretty cool. There’s one very young actress, however, who won’t look at any of the extras or crew. I did a scene with her and still got nothing. To quote from “Bright Lights, Big City” by Jay McInerney - “You knew she was the real thing when she steadfastly refused to acknowledge your presence. She possessed secrets - about islands, about horses, about French pronunciation - that you would never know.”
I’m doing background work on “Zero Hour” this week. Today I play a security guard. No gun for me, though. We’re shooting at a monastery in Glen Cove, NY. There’s no wifi here, either. This is the worst day of my life.
It’s fucking freezing in Berlin.
So I did extra work for the first time in awhile. I was there for maybe fifteen minutes before one of the union extras started bitching about having to walk to craft services (“This is fucking unbelievable. Fucking bullshit. I’m gonna call the fucking SAG rep. How dare they fucking do this.”) Granted, it was very cold and a bit of walk. But we were given whatever breakfast we wanted. An omelette with ham and Swiss cheese? Scrambled egg whites and toasted rye? No problem. Here you go. I was reminded of a quote from one of Robert B. Parker’s Spenser novels - “The worst meal I ever had was wonderful.”
Extra work is not acting. Working actors have it pretty fucking easy. The only people who do any actual work on film/TV sets are the crew. They arrive first and leave last. So to hear this stupid twat bitching about nothing was infuriating.
That’s not actually Berlin, by the way. We were in Roosevelt Island.
I was on the “Person of Interest” season 2 premiere. For about five seconds, anyway, then never seen again.
