"Audrey’s absence touches me in ways I did not predict. I find myself thinking not of clues or evidence, but of the content of her smile. The way it gives the lie to her delinquent posing, the hardened exterior which I suspect is more a matter of self-preservation than a heart that is cold. Audrey’s heart is warm”.
My experience with a film I’m in is while I’m shooting it. I usually don’t see it or only see it once afterward. I like to see the whole picture, and how the other actors did and the director’s vision, but I don’t like watching my own work. So I haven’t seen [Fire Walk With Me] in twenty years, but my experience in working with David [Lynch] was incredible. I do know that there are hours of footage that many people want to see – I want to see it because I’m a fan of David Lynch. - Sheryl Lee
Spent the day working at the old UCB Training Center. Don’t have anymore shifts here before it closes. Took my first class here in 2007. So long, space. Your wifi sucked but I liked you.
I was there for probably the last time on Saturday. Coached some improv in Room 1. Big holes in the wall. I reflected back when TYR practiced there (every Sunday, noon to 3pm, for a really long time). And the day we knocked a hole in the wall and Gabrus, who was coaching us that day, said, “Don’t worry about it. They’ll just blame in on me.”
Before I left on Saturday, I though about breaking off a chunk of drywall from the whole and taking it with me. Then I realized I would have to find a place to keep a chunk of drywall.
I remember when it opened, in March 2006. My first time there was for a Lottery practice, just after I’d finished 401. Things were barely set up yet— I remember me and Matt Moses looking through all the rooms and finding what would apparently be the office, but was basically empty.
So many improv memories. So many weird encounters. One time in 2007, Sherpa had a practice and Beth Cartier inexplicably brought a puppy she’d somehow been roped into dog-sitting at the last minute, and the puppy wouldn’t sit still, so she had to hold it and kept walking on to every scene while holding a dog. Then the dog took a shit on the floor mid-scene. I remember our coach Bobby Moynihan giving us notes and saying “and then I stopped writing things down because a dog started shitting on your Harold”. Every time I’ve gone in that room since then, my first thought has been about a dog shitting on my improv.
Eight years… that’s longer than any other place besides the UCB itself has been a consistently recurring part of my life as an adult. It’s weird to think I’ll never see it again.