My First Commercials, pt. 1

I've been lucky enough to book some ads out here in sunny LA. Here's some funny stuff that happened while shooting them...

VEGAS.com, my first big commercial. I was shocked, utterly astounded, when I first saw the callsheet (the document that gets emailed out the day before listing the times all of the cast and crew need to show up.) It seemed like hundreds of people. And all of them would be staring at my dumb face. The most I had ever worked with was maybe 20, and that was a huge deal for me.

I was instantly petrified with fear and nervousness. Which worked out well because the first shot was of me driving a Segway (which I had only JUST kind of learned how to use) OVER A TINY PATH ABOVE A GIANT 50 FEET DEEP POOL FILLED WITH SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMERS. With said hundreds of people staring at me. I was not aware this was in store. The path was maybe four feet wide, and I was so scared I would drop right into the water and ruin everything. 

So I took it cautiously, until they started yelling at me to HURRY THE HELL UP. Then, barely maintaining, I got yelled at to STOP LOOKING DOWN. Umm, ok. Then they yelled at me to do my lines, WHICH NOBODY HAD TOLD ME I HAD. Such a nightmare.

Then it got easier for a bit, but I still had to say all these lines (as a terrible memorizer) while zooming past people in bizarro costumes doing inhuman feats of strength as if it was no big deal. Oh, and the FOUR HUNDRED extras staring at me while 40 performers swung from wires and junk. World class Olympic athletes from around the globe are BALANCING ON EACH OTHER'S HEADS and I have to like, "Whatevs I'm a professional letz do it." 

Also, please note how my employee lanyard suddenly appears in the last shot. Where did that little guy come from? Dear god, the angry blame assigning arguments that went on about THAT screw up. I know now that the art department and wardrobe department messed that up, but being so new I thought everyone was mad at me the whole time, which meant by hour 14 of that day ol' Barak was an enormous emotional mess. The last shot of the day was the first you see in the ad, where I'm in the dressing room, staring at some girl changing. She originally was supposed to be bare breasted but they scrapped that at the last minute, which I was so grateful for. That would have just been the stressful straw that broke the camel's freaked out back and I would have just exploded into a zillion little pieces.

Whatever, a cool experience and a cool commercial. One more thing, I booked it because the director kept telling me to be more "languid" during the audition. I had no idea what that meant but whatever I did must have been hella languid.

HELLA languid.