Past Imperfect

Past Imperfect – #233

Casting Director: “Okay, what exactly are you trying to say with this photo in your portfolio? It comes across as a little… odd. Help me out a bit.”

Jean: “Well, I was conveying my glamorous side, that I can do high-society roles. I can hold my own against William Powell.”

Casting Director: “But William Powell will no longer be in this movie.”

Jean: “Oh my God! Did he die?”

Casting Director: “No, he just passed.”

Jean: “Isn’t that the same thing? Or is ‘passing’ one of those trendy Hollywood catch-phrases like ‘casting couch’ and ‘methadone clinic’ and ‘non-disclosure agreement’ that don’t mean anything to most other people?”

Casting Director: “He passed on the script, Jean, citing creative differences and a flare-up of alcoholism. Perhaps he got wind that his potential co-star might be wearing gloves for no apparent reason. What is that all about, Jean?”

Jean: “Oh, I’m glad you noticed. They’re made of calf-skin leather and they are the softest things ever. I bought them from a drag queen in Omaha while I was in a road production of ‘Oklahoma! Part Two!’ and the tour bus made a pit stop at a Stuckey’s. “

Casting Director: “There are at least three things in that last sentence that you should never have considered doing.”

Jean: “But the gloves. Aren’t they swell? Even if they smell like a pecan log and overpriced Coppertone.”

Casting Director: “Um, not really. They’re a little creepy. Were you prepping for surgery at the Bates Motel?”

Jean: “That depends. Is there a scene like that in this movie?”

Casting Director: “I don’t think there’s a scene like that in any movie. At least not until the 1970s when pharmacists start getting Executive Producer credit, but that won’t happen for a while.”

Jean: “Okay, then. No more gloves. How about my hair? It’s perfectly symmetrical.”

Casting Director: “That’s one way to put it. Another way to put it is back on the wig stand you took it from.”

Jean: “I see. Well, it seems we may have gotten off to a rocky start. How can we fix this?”

Casting Director: “By you leaving and not coming back until you’ve read the script and understand that the character you’re trying out for has nothing to do with high society, pointless accessories or ill-advised touring companies. Lorena Diddlespit is a country gal who doesn’t care about superficial things and lives a simple life, running her own farm and milking her own cows instead of turning them into gloves. That’s why the male lead in ‘Moo Shine’ falls in love with her, because she’s down to earth, speaks the truth, and doesn’t care about her appearance. Are ya smellin’ what I’m cookin’?”

Jean: “I do believe so. I need to find that Omaha drag queen again and ask him if he has any sisters who live on a farm and can show me what to do with a cow.”

Casting Director: “Well, I suppose that’s a start. I’m glad that you finally seem to understand that your physical appearance is not the key element of this role.”

Jean: “Oh, I completely understand. Does this mean I might get a callback?”

Casting Director: “Well, I wouldn’t count your chickens before the eggs are made into omelets, but I might reconsider if you can do some research and prove you realize this is a method-acting role and not a strut down the runway, even though that is how many starlets essentially earn their SAG cards.”

Jean: “I’ve completely changed. Swear.”

Casting Director: “Good. Now run on home and call that drag queen. But before you go, I have one last question.”

Jean: “I’m more than happy to show my investment in this situation.”

Casting Director: “Is that a Sealy Posturepedic mattress behind you?”

Jean: “Why, yes it is. I think the pattern complements my skin tone and highlights the exquisite Max Factor lipstick I chose for this character, and the tufting of the mattress accents the cut of the gown I’m wearing, a wonderful piece designed by CoCo Givenchy and-”

Casting Director: “Next!”


33 replies »

  1. Hilarious–the idea of Jean hanging with a drag queen (those gloves are to die for) and touring in ‘Oklahoma! Part Two!’ raised the comedic stakes here. The shameless product-placement is a hoot. Wonderful romp (as always)!

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  2. “I do believe so. I need to find that Omaha drag queen again and ask him if he has any sisters who live on a farm and can show me what to do with a cow.”

    I was reading, the gloves and everything, that was where I was going. Throw in something like “I thought this was the ‘All Creatures Great and Small’ room, and I wanted to be sure I was ready.” I was waiting for the “Why do drag queens need gloves that long” but that was answered as well with sisters and cows and Nebraska. Which goes straight to whether Husker is one word or one of those farm folks combos…Did you know that the longest, straightest main street in the world is in Nebraska? Anyway, all my thunder made it to the original, so maybe I should go make Mother’s day gifts out of pallets and put them on Etsy for $125. Or $400. Throw in the gloves, do I hear five?

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    • All of these are very viable plot points, bathed in the aura of Dr. Frank N. Furter running around the lab in heels as Meatloaf revs his engine and drug-addled people sing in four-part harmony. Let’s do the Cow Warp again…

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  3. Jean,,,Oh shoot darn I dropped my cigarette holder. Lorena Bippety-Bobbety-Boo smokes. She’s related, apparently, to a Miss O’Leary who lived in San Francisco. Dang. I do believe the mattress is starting to smolder a little…smoke will do absolutely NOTHING for my’s not run-free. And these gloves are probably flammable…

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  4. On family vacations, we stopped at EVERY Stuckey’s so Mom could get her pecan log fix and Dad would get those weird Necco wafers.
    Here’s another interesting tidbit: my mom’s hair was red and curled in the manner of Jean’s hair completely naturally, and she’d pin it up in a bit of a beehive. Got the picture? Sadly, my mom didn’t wear gloves. Nor did we find any at Stuckey’s.
    Shame, that.

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