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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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.

Red Lights

I play a reporter in the Rodrigo Cortés paranormal thriller Red Lights starring Robert De Niro, Sigourney Weaver and Cillian Murphy. This indie film premiered at the Sundance Film Festival on Jan. 20, 2012 and was released in the UK on June 15th and the U.S. on Friday the 13th of July.

Roxanne, you don’t have to put on the Red Lights…

“Let me read your Palme d’Or…”

“Ah, Rodrigo, your lifeline tells me that even though Red Lights didn’t win the Palme d’Or, it is a must see.”

Bona nit, Barcelona

Night shoot in Barcelona! We shot at the stadium of the other ”futbol” team in Barcelona, RCD Espanyol. Since we were shooting on the outside of the stadium, the inside of the stadium was our green room that night, with 40,500 seats to choose from…

Pickpockets. Google it.

When I type “pickpockets” in Google, the autocomplete suggests “pickpockets in Barcelona” as the first alternative. Is Google’s algorithm indicating fact or fear or both? When I first visited Europe I followed the prevailing American tourist advice to wear a money belt. Since then, however, I’ve scoffed at those sweaty money belts and the idea that Europe is so overrun with pickpockets I can’t keep my wallet in my right front pocket as I do in every single American city. Isn’t this fear just a fear of the foreign, a fear that the film Taken so effectively exploits for example? Well, true or not, guess what? Yep, I found myself the target of a Barcelona pickpocket, one with a classic technique I’m told. I tell the story here.

Vintage Barcelona

Now by “vintage” I don’t mean the classic Sagrada Familia, not even the Extra Crispy Sagrada Familia.

And I’m also not referring to the gothic Starbucks architecture…

I’m talking about vintage clothes. Barcelona has one street, Carrer de la Riera Baixa, where I counted eleven vintage clothing stores, all in one block.

At Holala! I found a classic Seahawks football jersey t-shirt from the early eighties. Did I mention I’m from Seattle?

Zeattle Zeahawks

I’ve since worn this Seahawks shirt throughout Europe hoping to meet a Seahawks fan half way round the world. My hopes are based on the fact that American football actually enjoys quite a following in Europe. But I’d had no hits, that is until Vienna when I got in line to ride the giant Ferris wheel immortalized by The Third Man…

One of the Ferris wheel operators pointed to my shirt and said “Zeattle Zeahawks.” He knows the team! This was the moment I’d been hoping for! A Seahawks fan! I then asked the leading question “Are you a fan??” But to my dismay he replied “No, Zhicago Bearz.” To make matters worse, my Chicago-born wife is a big Bears fan. So she ended up being the one who got to relish this moment while I, much like my beloved Seahawks, once again fell short. I should have known. Chicago is after all the home of Vienna Beef hot dogs.

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