Life of an Actress



Life of an Actress

Featuring amateurish production values and mostly subpar performances, the seemingly endless film is apparently designed to serve as a sort of cinematic tryout for a hoped-for Broadway production. Good luck with that; this material wouldn’t pass muster in a dinner theater in Peoria.

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Production: PC Productions
Cast: Orfeh, Taylor Louderman, Allison Cae, Bart Shatto, Xavier Cano, Richard H. Blake
Director/screenwriter/producer/composer: Paul Chau
Executive producers: Dan Frishwasser, Richard Speciale
Director of photography: Ben Wolf
Production designer: Kaet McAnneny
Editor: Daniel Loewenthal
Costume designer: Moira Shaughnessy

{adinserter 4}Veteran cinema experts have lengthy since discovered to shiver at the term “The Musical” when added on to a show’s headline. That worry is unlikely to be abated by John Chau’s movie motivated by his in the same way named 2009 documented profiling 11 New You are able to stars age 23-70. Be sufficient it to say that Lifestyle of an Actress: The Musical display is no A Refrain Range in its fictionalized interpretation of their expert travails.

The primary figures are three having difficulties stars who pay by operating as waitresses at a New You are able to Town diner: 41-year-old Hannah (Tony Award-nominated Orfeh, Lawfully Blonde) is concerning that period is moving her by; 30-year-old Exotic (Allison Case) chooses to try her side at writing; and 25-year-old Jen (Taylor Louderman) has decamped to Los Angeles where she discovers herself competitive with buxom blondes.

{adinserter 4}Diner proprietor Charlie (Bart Shatto) is experiencing his own travails, having difficulties to pay the expenses and combating the entreaties of a smarmy residence designer (Richard H. Blake) to offer the residence so it can be ripped down to create space for, what else, apartments.
Dutifully dramatizing the issues indicated in the documentary—ageism, sexism, the launching sofa, the disasters of who audition, etc.—the movie provides one poorly lip-synched musical variety after another. Presenting terrible lines and forgettable tunes, the music consisting by the director/screenwriter combination together to mind-numbing impact, with only the expert Orfeh handling to put them over with any charm. The one reasonable variety, with a number of younger artists jauntily performing “I Wish I Was SAG” on the seaside, is counterbalanced by the nadir, one basically sang from a deathbed.