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Saturday, May 21, 2011
Been some time blogger! and i just feel like I need to write tonight. so here we go. i witnessed something tonight that reminded me and re affirmed in me my reasons for being an actor, and my reasons for surrounding myself with the people that i do.

The movie sin city had a character in it his name is Marv and he was a brute. And unshakable mass that had a crazed notion in his head that he would not be persuaded from. but he was passionate about it! to the point that he has a speech (and i call it a speech because it's something worth remembering in its context) where he talks about the days where you would do anything to protect someone and give up everything to avenge someone. This quest he is on ultimately leads to his death, though he is fine with because he finished what he set out to do.

At one point before Marv reaches his final moment he enters a bar and another character in the movie comments to himself about Marv saying something along these lines. "he would really be in his place back in medieval times on the battlefields swinging some huge battle axe around" What this struck in me was that it seemed as though Marv had lived through the ages. Dying and returning over and over as a warrior as a protector as an unlikely hero, a champion for those he saw deserving of his loyalty.

Tonight I experienced something like this first hand. I was at a rock show in Vancouver at the Railway club with a former teacher of mine from my School Creative acting program. I have, since meeting him, had a deep respect for him and the way he teaches. His teaching methods are profoundly unique and his character is nothing less than passion personified. I stood and watched as he reconnected with someone who was a true kindred spirit. The two men had never met before tonight, but they instantly knew each other as though through some pre ordained fate they were instantly aware of each other and the depths of their being.

As I watched the two of them speak to each other i began to picture them five six maybe seven hundred years ago, standing shoulder to shoulder, brothers in arms gazing over a field preparing for the coming fight. Armor heavy and hearts stead fast they talked about who would leave that field brandishing the most felled trophies, each knowing fully that this would be the last time, as brothers, they would see each other. the film maker in me hears the music playing in the background, sees them turn towards the other with the smile they always gave each other right before going into battle, be it as small boys or young men in a tavern defending one another. as they turned there heads back towards the coming fight each silently saying to themselves and their brother "this is not the end" swords readied they rushed off towards and unknown outcome because of their passion and beliefs in what they were fight for, protecting.

I don't know the reality of past lives, reincarnation and all that sort of stuff. I do however know about the reality of passion and goodness in someones heart. it is instantly recognisable and immediately welcoming. wile in the classroom with this teacher I was fortunate enough to witness the practical use of this passion and the way it fuels what I as an actor are poised to achieve or able to do. as one of the people who has shaped how i communicate with others, he has left a mark on me that few have and few will and if there is one thing that I continually come back to it is his passion which seems to come from a place so much older than he could have gained in one lifetime. It has inspired me and continues to do so which is why at 4 in the morning i can't seem to stop writing despite myself.

We all know that the people who we surround ourselves with define who we in turn become, but when you step back for a moment, observe them and really see why it is they will influence you the way that they do, you can really get a grasp on their worth, or for arguments sake their "unworth", as an actor I have heard that our roll what we are, are "active observers" so it is something I constantly work on and do. observing the people in your life though is not difficult it as simple as thinking back to how you interact with them speak with them talk about them. either way I'm sure there is something about someone just waiting to surprise you.

Now get outta here I'm going to watch sin city.

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