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Yesterday we discussed the awful story of Hugo Weaving, the so-called ‘professional actor’ who, when asked to provide a voice for the character of the Megatron in a Transformers movie, failed in his thespian duty. He did no research into the role, created no plausible back-story, invested no emotion in the character’s psychological motivation, nothing. He just turned up, took the script, read the lines in a scary voice, and left.
And then, to rub salt into the wounds, he even told Collider that’s what he’d done. Oh sure, there was an undercurrent of remorse to his comments, he may even have appeared contrite, but let’s face it, he’s an actor, pretending to have emotions is what he does for a living. If he was really sorry, if he really wanted forgiveness, he would surely have contacted the real victim in all this, the film’s director, poor innocent Michael Bay, and made peace.
All Michael wanted to do was make a nice movie about some beloved children’s characters, only if they were more huger and fightier and explodier than ever. And when he found out he’d managed to secure the services of that guy from the Matrix films, can you imagine the look of joy on his face? It must have been like a kid on Christmas morning, discovering that the bike he (or she) had set his (or her) heart so desperately upon was not only bigger and brighter and better than he (or she) could ever have dreamed, but it was also being sat on by Elrond, from Lord of the Rings, who had a puppy in the pocket of his robes.
And now, to find out that it was all just a throwaway gig, a momentary lapse of actorly judgment of no more importance than an unsatisfactory hot dog on the way to a business meeting, well that must have just about broken poor Michael Bay’s heart.
In fact, as is the way of things nowadays, Michael took to his blog, and, as the news of Hugo’s betrayal shot around the world. leaving shock and confusion in its wake, he wrote a very emotional response to the situation. But being a dignified man, he refrained from naming the man who had let him down so badly. Probably couldn’t bear to put his fingers on those four keys in that order (or five, if you include the shift key for the H).
He wrote: “Do you ever get sick of actors that make $15 million a picture, or even $200,000 for voiceover work that took a brisk one hour and 43 minutes to complete, and then complain about their jobs?”
You can tell he was sobbing while typing, can’t you?
“With all the problems facing our world today, do these grumbling thespians really think people reading the news actually care about trivial complaints that their job wasn’t ‘artistic enough’ or ‘fulfilling enough’? What happened to people who had integrity, who did a job, got paid for their hard work, and just smiled afterward?”
That’s it Michael, let it all out…
“Be happy you even have a job – let alone a job that pays you more than 98% of the people in America.”
And then, because he is clearly a very forgiving and kind man, willing to let bygones be bygones, he took the whole blog down. We had to get the quotes from Digital Spy.
That, my friends, is dignity in action. Hugo Weaving doesn’t even HAVE a blog.
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Fraser has been writing and broadcasting about music and popular culture for over 15 years, first at the Top of the Pops website, and most recently for the NME, Guardian and MSN. He also wrote BBC Radio 1's Chart Blog and reviews albums for BBC Radio 2.
He is Anglophenia's current resident Brit, blogging about British slang and running around the Mall taking snaps of the crowd at the Royal Wedding, as well as reigniting a childhood passion for classic Doctor Who and cramming as much music in as he can manage.
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