You may recall Ultimate Douche, my favorite horrible actor who did me the honor of answering his cell phone during my scene in a casting workshop (if not, refresh your memory here.)I casually mentioned him to the kind woman that runs the workshop, and it seems my complaint was the knockout punch needed to toss him out. She’d already had a huge problem with his non-existent acting skills and overflowing arrogant behavior. Now, in the words of George Orwell, when it comes to the workshop, he is an “unperson”.
Nice knowing ya, ace.
