A few years ago I produced and starred in a short film called "Bridal Party." It took about four hours to shoot and was the most efficient set I have been on to date. The film screened at the Gotham Screen Film Festival a few months later. 

We thought that was that. 

Until "Bridesmaids" the film became a sensation. Then Kelsy Chauvin, the director, typed the word bridesmaids into our search terms on YouTube. Within a few months we hit over 10,000 hits....we are now over 35,000 and counting!

My mentor once told me: "You never know where success is going to come from." Indeed. 
 
 

I started off this year with a commercial spot that aired on network television. 

The universe is telling me something good! 

 
 
Today is the one-month-and-six-day anniversary of the most depressing birthday I’ve ever had. A week before the day I read Bossypants and it cast shadow over the festivities.

Every birthday stands a reminder that I am not where I want to be, and as one year closer to becoming too old to act. Betty White excluded, the older you get the more difficult it becomes to get work as an actress. This is a fact. As Tina Fey said in Bossypants“I have a suspicion that the definition of ‘crazy’ in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore.” And crazy people aren’t hired.

Something I look forward to experiencing. Soon enough, I will be the crazy tall actress with the impronouncible last name walking down the street holding an umbrella when it is sunny, going to auditions which I will never book.

My rational mind often brings to my attention a consequence of the age-factor in show business: I’m spending my peak earning years working towards a goal in which I have little control. I read all the self-help-manifest-visualize-create-your-reality books out there, but when I tally the numbers, I’m basically volunteering countless hours of my day for the hope that it will pay off with a miraculous pay check. I never aspired to be a starving artist, and at the back of my mind I wonder if I’m settting myself up to be homeless in retirement.

Add to the umbrella countless shopping bags. And buff arms.

I can always delay unemployment with Botox or a good ol’ face lift, but that maneuver only makes it more obvious that you are too old and no one wants you.

When I’m striding down the street with tattered clothes, dirt-colored complexion and a mind full of haunting memories, at least I won’t look like the Joker. Don’t be afraid to say hi!

 
 
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I am finding out that when a movie you are in goes to theaters you get invited to a lot of fancy events. During the first hour of these aforementioned gatherings the guests of honor are asked to do a series of poses on a 50-foot-long carpet of red. The photographic results of my experience on cardinal-colored tapestry have ended up on Facebook and IMDB. This is the cause of all sorts of interesting questions from friends and acquaintances.

One question or pondering expression that often comes surging from an offender’s mouth is: Are you rich now? I look behind me. Have you mistaken me for someone else? I have also gotten the query: Are you going to forget about me now? I find that an ironic question, because every time I hear my name announced and I do the obligatory suck-the-stomach-in spin onto the red carpet I ask myself: How much longer will I be asked to do this? and Do I really deserve to be here?

My inner critic is very vigilant and if any doubts pass through my mind she comes surging forth to remind my ego, in order of increasingly horrifying embarrassment, all of my shortcomings.

In the approximate 2 minutes and 47 seconds it takes to pose on the first inch of carpet to the last inch, my inner critic races to action. My, is she vicious. The fancier the event that I attend, the more malice she gathers into her being before she hisses in my ear: You’ve got to be kidding me!

 
 
Over the past month I have been so fortunate to receive excellent press for my work on “When Harry Tries to Marry.” I’ve posted the links, which don’t quite have the pizzazz of the scans — the layout on the printed page is fantastic! Here they are!

Cover of Courier Sun!
http://bit.ly/lauren-courier


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Page 3!

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“Rising Star in Film/Theater”
http://bit.ly/lauren-gazette

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“Home is on the screen.”
http://bit.ly/lauren-chronicle 

 
 
A little more than a year ago I went to India to finish up a feature film “When Harry Tries to Marry.” Remember the blogs about the experience? Sleeping in cool tents, revisiting past friends…it was wild!

After answering “I’m not sure” to everyone’s question of “When is it coming out?” manymanymany times I finally have an answer!

April 22nd!

Tickets go on sale today at most theaters. Updated information will be live athttp://www.whenharrytriestomarry.com/release-schedule.html.

And join the Facebook page for the latest updates!http://www.facebook.com/whenharrytriestomarry

My character’s name is Angela — you can’t miss me and my character’s big pregnant belly!

Here are some places it is showing:
AMC Empire 25 http://www.amctheatres.com/empire 42nd Street and corner of 8th Avenue
Village East Cinemas http://www.villageeastcinema.com 181 – 189 2nd Ave (12th Street) NEW YORK CITY , NY 10012
Kew Gardens Theater http://www.kewgardenstheatre.com 81-05 Lefferts Blvd, Kew Gardens, Queens 11415
AMC Loews Raceway Park in Westbury http://www.amctheatres.com/Raceway 1025 Corporate Drive, Westbury, NY 11590

Tickets go on sale today at most theaters. Updated information will be live at http://www.whenharrytriestomarry.com/release-schedule.html

 
 
 

2nd Love

04/19/2011

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I lovelovelovelovelove working in commercials. Besides for film shooting days, it is my favorite day of work. Check out my latest — for Ion TV in their “Best Kept Secret” campaign. I’m Kim D., a media buyer. It was a fun gig, especially because in the process of preparing my lines, I learned from the commercial’s production team what a media buyer actually does — a person who makes the commercial world happen.

http://bestkeptsecretintelevision.com/

 
 
Actor Patel is more than a person. More than an actor, really. He is an experience. He is the kind of guy to blast Hindi music at seven in the morning, break out in dance and song for no apparent reason and incessantly take pictures of nothing at all. I tried to video him to give all my readers a taste of what he is like, but he froze because he was speaking to a camera and not to his audience, which is really anybody and everybody who is surrounding him.

Actor Patel (who really calls himself Actor Patel — we call him “Actor” for short) played a character in the movie I was shooting in India. He was not staying at Vijay Vilas, the lovely beach resort where most of the actors were, and was instead was sucking it up as a shabby joint. At dinner the second night Actor told me how he has not been sleeping well. Beore I could stop myself an offer to take up a bunk in Grant’s, a fellow actor’s, room, flew out of my mouth. Grant almost threw a fork in my direction. That night Grant, the poor guy, was only able to get to sleep with the help of an Ambien, a blasting IPod and a pillow over his head. That was after Actor Patel made him partake in a photo shoot that included a lap top as a prop.

The next morning the cast discovered something very important about Actor: you can tell him to shut up. At breakfast he started going on a ramble that was half Gujrati, part Hindi and somewhat English (note: people who speak all of these languages fluently find him hard to follow because most of it is muttered) and Zenobia, who played his boss in the movie (character traits sometime follow you off screen) turned to him and said “Chotu [his name in the movie], be quiet!” And, miraculously he did. That was because he has a heart of gold and about the size of a football field. You can poke fun of him and he doesn’t mind — a long as he knows that you are his friend.


This is not to say that at our discovery that he is a sweet guy Actor stopped being irritating. The offers for life insurance (he sells it as a side gig — a dollar a day if you are under thirty!), puns that make no sense and a constant plee for attention all grated on our nerves. But, because he is a good person he was able to, as Grant put it, “worm his way into our hearts and infest our brains”. When filming was over Actor had to visit family somewhere else in Gujarat (however, Actor currently resides in New Jersey and is available for performance bookings all over the tri-state area which you can read about on his Facebook page) so was the first to leave. The remaining cast and crew spent a day at Vijay Vilas resort without him and the experience was not quite the same (although more peaceful). Actor told me before he left: “I am like a perfume — sometimes too strong, but when it fades out you miss it.” Yeah, we missed him.

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Orange juice and Odwalla drunk continuously throughout the day equals a continuous sugar high.

But a pleasant one. Not as tenuous as the energy fluctuations given by drinking maple syrup.

Besides sugary juices, today I was able to eat soup. For lunch I had miso soup. Dinner consisted of potatoe and calliflower soup, which contained a smidge of butter. I could taste the thickness of the butter; it felt heavy swimming in my stomach. Solid food still seems elusive. My co-actor sat next to me eating a Coconut Bliss sundae and I wanted to simultaneously punch him and sit two inches from his face to understand the mechanics.

It was remarkable how eating food has made me feel more grounded. Who knew that starvation could make one feel sick? My brain is closer to the earth than it has been in days. We’ve been in rehearsals for most of the day and I have been able to focus. A miracle! I will be able to look like an anorexic model and give a good performance. Objective met.

Today I watched “Things You Can Tell Just by Looking at Her” with Calista Kay Flockhar (Alley McBeal). She looked like Skelator from Thundercats. In no way was it necessary for her character to be so thin. It was angering: There is no way this woman eats! Who finds this attractive? Does she realize what she is doing for the standard weight perception for women on the screen and in the audience?

But, then what the hell am I doing by undergoing this fast? Indulging myself in this culture of eating disorders and misogeny? Subconsciously, am I really doing this because I think people will like me better as an actress if I am thin?

I’m trying to steer my brain clear of that negative spiral. I keep reminding myself that the Master Cleanse and the subsequent weight loss is for a role. To be believable as a particular character. If I did not do everything possible to inhabit the character I would have felt like I cheated the director.

Previous to starting this cleanse, my weight was fine. When I gain the weight back I will again be at a fine poundage. Part of me doesn’t want to add any additional pounds. My mind wanders in the if-I-could-be-this-thin-forever-what-opportunities-would-that-bring-me-? direction and I gently bring it back to reality. Luckily for my stomach, when I arrive home my family will have ample opportunities during the holidays to remind me that yes, I like food and no, I should not be concerned about my weight….So just shut up already and eat your goddamned antipasta and turkey!

My character in “Bittersweet Monday” has an issue with food. She keeps herself thin, but the constant refusal and repression of hunger causes her anxiety that is damaging to her relationship with her husband. It is my intention to show through my choices on screen that this is a character flaw that is not something to emulate, but to be wary. And I hope to keep that lesson in my mind as I move forward.