On set, actors get paid to wait. They wait for production, they wait for the light, they wait for hair and make-up. They wait. Waiting is a natural occurrence of our everyday life. In some places it is more ridiculous than others, but still, quite normal. What is abnormal is that actors have figured out a way to get paid for it. Handsomely.
As much as it makes me cringe, I understand why they have to pay actors so much money. Frankly, they would have to pay me millions to spend an entire day…waiting. Then, after they wait, they speak into a microphone and call it a day. They don’t get to see the final product for months, years even.
Then, when it is finally released, they have to wait for me, Jane Doe, to get off my couch, turn off my TiVo, hold off on Netflix, exhaust my OnDemand and go and wait in a queue, speak into a microphone and purchase tickets to see their work of waiting. Only then will they know if their work was successful.
I can’t even imagine…I hate waiting. After a ten minute wait time at the bank I turn into a crabby old man. If a waiter doesn’t come to take my order within a reasonable time, I walk. If the valet is backed up, I get the car myself.
I just don’t wait well. And I suppose that’s why I didn’t choose acting as a career.
Unless they are reviving the part of Flash and making it a female character. Only then would I consider acting.
Mari de Armas 