Zero Dark Thirty

I play the Deputy Director of the C.I.A. (Michael J. Morell) in Oscar winners Kathryn Bigelow and Mark Boal‘s film Zero Dark Thirty – which is now out on DVD.

Those who know my love of statistics won’t be surprised to hear me talking probabilities in the trailer (“60%” at 1:34) or to see my dumbfounded look down the table (at 1:49) in response to Jessica Chastain’s non-statistical “100%” data analysis. I know, I know, she was right… But it was an important debate in the story — so much so that I actually appeared in the clips shown at the Oscars. Crazy. I hope my virtual doppelgänger looked good in a tux and hit all the best after-parties.

Loose lips sink ships

Security was tight on Zero Dark Thirty and I was contractually obligated not to disclose anything about it. But I was used to that. My first job out of high school had serious security. I worked for the U.S. Department of Defense at a local military base. This base was where my dad worked and was one of three in my county, so it was a familiar environment. It was my summer job before college — as it was for other high school grads in our DoD dominated local economy.

One of these grads, who sat next to me, was obsessed with the Tears for Fears song Everybody Wants to Rule the World and played it incessantly (I know, I’m dating myself here!). As a result, the song still gives me the gastrointestinal equivalent of an eye twitch. Throughout that summer, I was always looking for an excuse to get away from my desk. So one day when my boss asked if someone would deliver some classified documents to the burn bag, I quickly volunteered.

So there I was, a kid just out of high school, all by myself depositing classified documents into a secure basement receptacle labeled “Burn.” I can understand how that might have looked a little fishy. And I really shouldn’t have been startled when a much higher grade civil servant vociferously asked me what the hell I thought I was doing and dragged me — literally by the ear at first! — up to see my boss. Thankfully my boss quickly set him straight (I had the proper clearance) and (ahem) told him whose son I was. But hey, no harm done and better safe than sorry! So, the situation no longer tense, he and I were then properly and more calmly introduced. Turns out the guy’s name was Dusty Rhodes…

Dusty Rhodes! Just when I thought the incident was over, now I’m desperately trying to suppress laughter and not have my cracked smile mistaken for any disrespect for Dusty or the serious business of national security. Sure, “Dusty Rhodes” is quaint and mildly amusing. But what got me was that Dusty Rhodes was also the name of my favorite pro wrestler!

Cagey match!

Now don’t laugh. Wrestlers like Dusty “The American Dream” Rhodes really are looking out for national security. Case in point: Jesse “The Body” Ventura, a pro wrestler, state governor, and Navy SEAL. The Body has actually declared that he won’t go see Zero Dark Thirty!

 

Mr. Ventura wasn’t the only one raising national security concerns about the film — because, you know, you got to watch out for Hollywood’s propagandistic European-style Socialists, right? Funny enough, the person I play in the film, Michael Morell, has issued a statement objecting to aspects of the film. I get why the C.I.A and politicians have to defend America’s reputation and say that despite the impression the film might give, America does not support the practice of torture. But why some people feel the film is pro-torture is baffling to me. If you find Zero Dark Thirty‘s protracted torture scenes hard to watch, then surely the effect of the film is anti-torture. If the film had glossed over torture — sorry, “enhanced interrogation” — or made it cartoon-like (as do many other films and TV shows), then there might be an argument to say the film has the effect of making torture appear to be unobjectionable, something that only exists in the movies. And yet, the film clearly and controversially takes great pains to convey the opposite.

When I heard the news about the killing of Osama bin Laden, I was in Austin, Texas. The next morning, this signboard expressed appreciation for those who risked their lives carrying out the raid. But what did that day really mean? The news certainly triggered some catharsis — I know I cried — after a decade of the unfathomable pain that many still endure from 9/11. And, as the film so deftly shows, there are unsung heroes who, despite Washington’s whims, never gave up the hunt. Still, there’s no way to know whether the OBL killing will ultimately help or hurt in the “fight against terrorism.” And what about the larger questions about America’s long and ongoing entanglement in Middle East affairs and the related rise and escalation of terrorism and counter-terrorism? There are many stories still to tell and many lessons still to learn not only from those involved in the fight but also from the untold numbers of victims (and scarred survivors) from 9/11 and all the fighting since. Perhaps now more of those stories will be told on the big screen — and hopefully as intelligently and compellingly as Kathryn Bigelow and Mark Boal have done.

Or perhaps we’ll get a more Hollywood approach…

Tag team beat-down!

*sigh*

Everybody wants to rule the world.

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Byzantium

The film Byzantium — in which I was lucky enough to be cast — was directed by master storyteller Neil Jordan and stars Saoirse Ronan and Gemma Arterton among others.

Blood-Sucking Red Riding Hood

In this clip from the film, I’m the guy in the flannel shirt helping his bleeding son, with Saoirse Ronan (little blood-red riding hood) looking on. I shot two other scenes as well, but they’ve been left on the proverbial cutting room floor I’m afraid.

And here’s the trailer:

Vampires vs. Tricky Dick

Byzantium features vampires. For those of you keeping score at home, I’ve now had two gigs in vampire films in the past year (the other being Tim Burton’s Dark Shadows). By itself that’s fairly unremarkable given that vampires keep trending. But what’s up with me being cast in two shows featuring Richard Nixon (namely Nixon’s the One and a Doctor Who episode)? Well, for me anyway, vampires and Nixon are trending equally. Will there be a convergence of the two on my horizon, a politico-horror thriller called Dracula vs. Tricky Dick? Cast me, I’ve got experience! And speaking of Byzantium, the Nixon White House must stand as one of the most byzantine administrations in history. The horror, the horror…

Flying to Byzantium

To shoot my bits for Byzantium, I flew to Ireland, which seemed fitting since I primarily associate “Byzantium” with the Irish poet William Butler Yeats. This association is more than a passing one I think. After rereading Yeats’ Byzantium poems with vampires on my brain, I can see that vampires and Yeats share a focus on immortality. Obvious? Sure. But interestingly they share a very similar concept of immortality. It’s not the immortality of artists who long for their works to live on. It’s an immortality of corporeality. Think I’m reaching? Check out the second stanza of Yeats’ “Byzantium” and tell me his “superhuman” isn’t a vampire.

Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades’ bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

“Do you like being food for the immortals? Do you like dying?”

…says Louis (aka Brad Pitt) in Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles directed by Neil Jordan.

Yeats clearly doesn’t want to die, and is, I think, looking for some kind of supernatural, vampire-like salvation. In “Sailing to Byzantium,” Yeats pleads for a personal transfiguration:

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Mistaken

No, I don’t think I am mistaken, not about vampires and Yeats. Check it:

  • In Mistaken, a novel published by Neil Jordan in 2011, a boy grows up next door to Bram Stoker’s house in Dublin and is haunted by both a vampire and doppelgänger.
  • Yes, Bram Stoker is Irish, and yes, fellow Dubliner Yeats, only 18 years younger than Stoker, knew Stoker and read Dracula.
  • Yeats, Aleister Crowley, and allegedly Stoker were members of the occult Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.
  • Besides Dracula, Yeats also read about vampires in Joseph Ennomoser’s The History of Magic and supposedly had plans to visit Dracula’s original castle.
  • The Yeats poem “Oil and Blood” could be read as a warning, and perhaps wish fulfilment, that those trampled on and forgotten by the chosen still have life in those lips (poetic or otherwise) and might come back to bite someone.

In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.

But under heavy loads of trampled clay
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.

That’s Show Byz!

Okay maybe I am stretching the truth a bit in search of a story, but that’s show biz.

And since the film version of Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter is out in 2012 (produced by Tim Burton), I have to ask whether Yeats the vampire ever encountered Lincoln (who, in the story, apparently became a vampire after his assassination). According to my family tree, Lincoln is my seventh cousin… Cousin Abe, make me a vampire!

Istanbul Was Constantinople…
Constantinople Was Byzantium.

The infectious and oft-covered song Istanbul (Not Constantinople) doesn’t tell the whole story. The city was also once called Byzantium. That was over 1,500 years ago. So if you’ve got a date in Byzantium, she’ll be waiting in Istanbul. And if she’s still alive after all this time, she’s a vampire.

ByzanTeen Wolf

You think I’m just making a pun, but as if all this talk of vampires wasn’t enough, the werewolf (or lycanthrope) actually was a subject of Byzantine mythology and medicine. And that brings us full circle back to Neil Jordan and The Company of Wolves.

But I’m no American werewolf in London — though I am an American actor in London. Scared?

Okay, enough!

This blog post has gotten byzantine in itself! Time to escape the labyrinth and ground myself back in the ancient city that started it all…

Ground myself? The byzantine web beckons me no matter where I go…

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  • My Flickr photo sets where some of these photos (those taken by me) can be found: Istanbul, Dublin, and Florence.

Resident Evil: First Hour

A chance to play cops and zombies? Are you kidding me?!

Resident Evil: First Hour was just the undead unction I needed. But will I be undone? This four episode web series aired on the Machinima.com YouTube channel, third most viewed on YouTube. The series was directed by Ross Peacock and April Choi — April also wrote the script — and stars James Whitwell, Kevin Millington and myself. Here are all four episodes, starting with the first episode here:

The Bluest Blood You’ve Ever Seen Is in Seattle… and in Brazil

I’m from Seattle where we love our zombies. Seattle hosts the world’s first zombie convention, ZomBcon. And ZomBcon organizes the annual “Red, White and Dead” Zombie Walk, which is an undead spectacle that’s always in the running for the world record. But look out Seattle! Look south and check out this dubbed version from Brazil. Apparently I’ve learned Portuguese in my sleep…

Exactly what sort of Resident is Evil?

  • Chief Resident Evil M.D. at the Amityville Hospital?
  • Resident and Non-Resident Evil statuses for Transylvanian tax purposes?
  • The long-term patient known only as “Resident Evil” at the Elm Street Sanatorium?

Exactly what sort of Evil is Resident?

I think every part of the world has its own type of evil resident. I grew up near Seattle and was petrified of bigfoot (aka Sasquatch). One dark and unstormy night I mistook a sonic boom for a Sasquatch banging on my window. Using all my training from Peter Sellers movies, I stealthily slid out of bed to escape the notice of the beckoning bigfoot and crawled to the safety of my bemused babysitter.

At least now there are street signs warning of Bigfoot Crossings…

And then there are trolls, which I also encountered growing up. The neighboring town to my home town is the Norwegian-American town of Poulsbo, where trolls – or at least chainsaw sculptures thereof — are quite prevalent. Of course Norway is the source of this evil menace…

Feel welcome?

But back to the subject at hand — the evil residents in Resident Evil — the undead…

Scary. But hey, we were born this way, right?

Time to make like the Raccoon City Police and motor… [this is indeed the Dodge Charger we used in the shoot].

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Super 8 viral

Yep, this is me — complete with mustache and mane — as part of a viral marketing campaign for the movie Super 8. Say hello to Jeff Baker, a strictly local news anchorman reporting on mysterious happenings in the Super 8 town of Lillian, Ohio.

Stache fever… Catch it!

And as you can see from this photo, my co-anchor and I take our jobs very seriously. The public depends on us.

See the resemblance?

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Hyde Park on Hudson

In the film Hyde Park on Hudson, starring Bill Murray as FDR, I play the hungry driver who questions why the King gets royal treatment. The film is directed by Roger Michell, written by Richard Nelson, and also stars Laura Linney. The film opened in the U.S. on Dec. 7th. Here’s the trailer:

Bill Murray plays FDR. FDR’s iconic presence imbued the production, including our name cards at the read-through:

Speaking of Hyde Park…

I used to live in Hyde Park — Chicago’s Hyde Park that is — when attending the University of Chicago for grad school. Though Chicago’s Hyde Park was good to me (I met my wife there), it didn’t exactly have a hip and happening reputation. At the time, the U of C was ranked at the very bottom of The Princeton Review’s ratings for party schools, declaring the U of C more sober and anti-social than even the military academies. So perhaps a more appropriate name for Chicago’s Hyde Park would be “Park ‘n’ Hide.”

“I’ve parked and now I must hide!”

I’ve since moved from Chicago to London, home of another Hyde Park of course. But I’d argue that London’s Hyde Park is also a misnomer, being more Jekyll than Hyde. The park has been utterly calm and uneventful for every stroll I’ve ever taken. Of course the park does play host to some massive concerts, including over 250,000 to see The Rolling Stones in 1969, showing it does have some sympathy for the Devil and the impulse-driven Hyde. So, to be fair, perhaps the park should be renamed to “Jekyll and Hyde Park.”

See, Sister Jekyll and Mafia wife Hyde can co-exist on the same park bench.

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  • My Flickr photo sets from Whistler and Florence, where these ersatz Hyde Park pictures can also be found.

Dark Shadows

I play a construction worker in the film Dark Shadows. The film is directed by Tim Burton and stars Johnny Depp among many others.

“I’ll be in my trailer” (little did I know…)

…I’d be in the trailer!

At :05, that’s me in the hard hat — 1 night shoot without an injury! — saying ”What the hell is this?” I also recorded a “What the heck is this?” version, apparently for places where hell doesn’t exist.

And in another version, that’s me, shovel in hand, at :01 saying “We hit something.” Can you dig it?

Onesiphorus Mash? My Brush with Chairness?

The answers to these and other questions are revealed in Matt J. Horn’s interview with me.

Dark Shadows of Meaning: Post-Structuralism in the Films and Wrap Parties of Tim Burton

At the Dark Shadows wrap party, all of the venue’s bathrooms strangely had quotation marks: “Male,” “Female” and “Disabled” — plus a door marked “Private”.

Putting “Private” in quotation marks I get. Sure, we might call that room “Private” but we all know that nothing is truly private anymore.

But the other doors confused me.

Were those of us using the “Male” bathroom having our manhood questioned? Or was the message actually not cynical at all but a gender bending invitation to use the bathroom most closely matching our own fluid senses of identity? Oh “boy”… Down the rabbit hole I go!

But wait, what’s up with “Disabled”?!

Qu’est-ce que c’est le deal? Was the “Disabled” bathroom begrudgingly provided for the so-called “Disabled”? Or, to the contrary, was this sign a statement about how no one should be pigeonholed as “Disabled”? Or maybe…? Or maybe…? Enough!! Tim Burton is messing with my “sanity!” Screw semiotics. There is nothing going on here, nothing except the improper use of quotation marks. Isn’t that right, “Johnny Depp,” if that is your real name? (Oh, it is actually your real name? Oh, right, sorry.)

The Play of Light and Dark Shadows

Alas, I remain haunted no matter where I go.

Whether it’s the dark shadows under my eyes from a blood red night in Dublin…

My fear of that blood-sucking stick figure, Mort, in the Alps…

A shiver up my spine from fresh blood splatter…

Or that one-way street of nightmares…

But enough of that. It’s time for some positive thinking. Indeed I shall unleash my Super Powers of Positive Thinking. The world shall henceforth know me as Stormin’ Norman Vincent Peale!

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  • The Dark Shadows trailers are also posted as a playlist on my YouTube channel.
  • The photos are ones I’ve taken and are not from the film. They are also posted in my Flickr sets for LondonDublin, Chamonix Mont-Blanc, and New York.
  • The street of nightmares was my very first post on Tumblr.

Nixon’s the One

I play Harold Nelson in Nixon’s the One starring Harry Shearer as Richard M. Nixon. Nelson was a milk lobbyist involved in a shady deal with the Nixon White House, allegedly $2 million in campaign contributions for some political favors, including getting the federally influenced price of milk raised.

The dialogue in Nixon’s the One is taken verbatim from the infamous audio tapes. The show’s title is taken from the highly effective, but oft parodied, campaign slogan that helped Nixon win the Presidency in 1968. But let’s get real here: Harry Shearer is the one!

Nixon’s the One is first broadcast on Sky Arts 1 HD on April 26th, 2012, at 9 pm in the UK.

Deja Nixon

Doctor Who fans will note my Nixon deja vu. To be in two different shows with Nixon in the last year? Are the Fates trying to tell me something? Perhaps. Whereas some meet their Waterloo, will I be meeting my Watergate?

NIXON’S THE ONE who said…

“People react to fear, not love — they don’t teach that in Sunday School, but it’s true.”

“I’m glad I’m not Brezhnev. Being the Russian leader in the Kremlin. You never know if someone’s tape recording what you say.”

“Sure there are dishonest men in local government. But there are dishonest men in national government too.”

“I’m not a crook.”

“When the President does it, that means that it’s not illegal.”

“You must pursue this investigation of Watergate even if it leads to the President. I’m innocent. You’ve got to believe I’m innocent. If you don’t, take my job.”

“The Cold War isn’t thawing; it is burning with a deadly heat. Communism isn’t sleeping; it is, as always, plotting, scheming, working, fighting.”

“Let us begin by committing ourselves to the truth to see it like it is, and tell it like it is, to find the truth, to speak the truth, and to live the truth.”

Words to live by indeed.

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Spooks (aka MI-5)

I play the part of Agent Glenn in episode 5 of the tenth season of Spooks (aka “MI-5″ in the US). Original UK air date: October 16th, 2011. It turns out that my episode is the penultimate one of this popular show, the tenth season being its last. The Guardian pays fitting tribute to how Spooks pulls no punches.

I spy. I spy with my little eye… Am I 5, MI-5?

Yes, I am 5. I like pretending to be a spy. But then again, who doesn’t? Okay, I know, counter-espionage and counter-terrorism are serious business, and without MI-5, this creepy “London” tombstone might actually have a date!

Loose lips sink shows

To avoid any spoilers, I can’t say anything about my character or the episode. Suffice it to say that the world of Spooks is so secret that even the wrap party was seriously under wraps. I mean check out the envelope my invitation came in:

How many “counter-” things are in MI-5′s scope? Counter-Rioting?

A little off topic, I know, but I guess I’m just looking for some answers after my London neighborhood was left shattered by rioting and looting…

Check out these two Riot Cleanup guys. Don’t they look either MI-5 or CIA, especially the guy with the forensic gloves? Code name: The Bag Man.

Sweep the Bastille!

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Edgar Allan Poe

I am just a Poe boy though my story’s seldom told…

I provided the voice of Edgar Allan Poe for the BBC documentary Edgar Allan Poe: Love, Death and Women. Having read all of Poe’s works long ago, getting to participate in this project was a dream come true. Here’s a sampling:

Poe in the Tell-Tale Heart of Glasgow

The voice recording sessions were at the state-of-the-art BBC Scotland building in Glasgow. Wow.

Poe and the Murder of My Toe

I broke my toe the night before going up to Glasgow to record. And no, this wasn’t some method acting stunt designed to put me in touch with Poe’s inner pain. For that I’d have to go way beyond just breaking my pinky toe, like maybe abandoning the toe at a young age, leaving it to watch helplessly as its beloved fellow toes die one after another, and then giving it no support till my pinky toe is found dead face down in a gutter.

Once upon a midday dreary…

Poe would have liked Glasgow.

The cemeteries…

The people who live in the cemeteries…(?)

Putting the man in mannequin…

Quoth the Glaswegian, “Nevermore.”

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Ben & Jerry’s

A Ben & Jerry’s online viral features me as the farmer who raises lighter cows for a lighter frozen yogurt. These low fat cows are so light… ["How light are they?!"]… Well, see for yourselves:

Vermont, England

This viral was actually shot in England. I love the English countryside. Truly. I’m not being facetious here. I find it quite magical. Call me sentimental but the English countryside sometimes reminds me of the illustrations in fairy tales and Arthurian legends. “Holy shit, these places really exist!” is my constant refrain on the footpaths, triggered for example by the scenes I’ve photographed below…

Cornwall

Perfectly pastoral and literally just down the footpath from Tintagel Castle, the legendary place of conception of friggin’ King Arthur!

The Cotswolds

Idyllic but surely a friggin’ damsel in distress lives here? Or is it a friggin’ witch?

Devon

Beautiful but surely this is a friggin’ dragon’s den, right?

The South Downs

Okay I know we’ve got three sheep here and not three billy goats but you just know a friggin’ troll lives nearby!

All right, all right, I’ll stop. Life in the country ain’t all fairy tales, I know. It does have its other quirks…

Opening Hours for the Internet

Life in the country is apparently so balanced that the Internet has opening hours:

It’s just as well. I’ve been spending too much time online as it is…

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