Resumé 02.08.11.

Schachter Entertainment

TRISTAM SUMMERS

TELEVISION

Love Like Hers                                  Shaun                  Stada Films, Danny Lacey,         

Material Girl                                       Bob                       BBC/ Cilla Ware,

Dead Time                                          Jacques               Makishima Films/ Mototake Makishima,

The Bill                                                 Paul Fry              Talkback Thames/ Matt Bloom,

Broken Thread                                  Rapist                  Sacred Thread I.O.M. Ltd/ Mahesh Mathai,

Suburban Shootout                         John                    Feelgood Fiction/ Gordon Anderson,

Mixed Doubles                                  Rich                     Too Many Executives/ George Milton,

After He’s Gone                                 Alex                     CSSD/ Natalie Graham,

Thicker Than Blood                         Oscar                  JD Films/ James Dann,

Leave                                                     Sam                     Kleos Film/ Jasper Page, 

THEATRE

Studies for a Portrait                      Justin                        Good Night Out/ Adam Spreadbury,

Liaisons                                               Orlando                     Royal Shakespeare Co/ Laura Bodell,

Burial at Thebes                               Creon                         Lost Theatre/ Adrian Brown,

The Blue Room                                 Charles                      Article 19/ Bradley Minchin,

Romeo & Juliet                                 Romeo                      Infinity/ Sophie Rowland,

A Midsummer Night’s Dream     Oberon                      3 Bugs/ Sam Luck,

A Midsummer Night’s Dream     Theseus                    Article 19/ Sam Luck,

The Monster Opera                         Rag & Bone Man    Word of Mouth/ Christian Hayes,

Waiting for Superman                    Charlie                      Word of Mouth/ Christian Hayes,

Guys & Dolls                                       Benny                       MTS Producions/ Patrick Capel,

Saved                                                    Fred                           MTS Productions/ Time Pender,

12 Angry Men                                   Juror #11                 MTS Productions/ David Brown, 

AUDIO

Fitness First                                       Trainer                        Perfect P.T/ Richard Merrick,

Gibb & Will                                          Gibb/Will                   Passion Animations/Gary Neville,           

Cockeyed                                             Max                              I.C.A/ Kfir Yefet, 

TRAINING

Cenral School of Speech and Drama (Film)

Birmingham University

SPECIAL SKILLS

Fluent French, Snowboard Instructor. Ice-hockey, Judo, Rock Climbing, Wake-boarding, Rugby, Soccer, Tennis, Squash, Sailing, Stage Combat (Gold award), Gymnastics, Swimming, Saxophone

REPRESENTATION

US:                                            Schachter Entertainment                       (001)-310-712-3737

UK:                                           The BWH Agency/ Joe Hutton          (0044)-207-240-5299

SPOTLIGHT VIEW PIN:       0691.9054.7375

1157, South Beverley Drive, Los Angeles, California 90035

310 712 3737 office, 310 277-6602 fax, Brantley@SchachterEnt.com

Surfing USA

Hi guys,

I have to tell you about my attempt to surf today and what  I've been up to since my last mail. I can't remember where I left off last time but I've since met up with an Agent at a pretty large agency, and he's put me up for a casting and depending on how well I do at that and the feedback he gets I may be lucky enough to sneak representation. I would be very lucky! I had another casting for a pilot called "are you there vodka, it's chelsea" based on the life of a famous Chelsea who's always in the media - Michelle knows all about her (I dunno who she is) anyway the casting went well and the guy said my accent was good - I went back into English right after we did the scenes - but who knows what they're looking for (probably a long list of credits). The cool part was that I got to go to Warner Brother's Studios for the meet and I took a rather circuitous route back to my car to spy a few sets along the way and get a photo or two of the iconic water tower. All the carparking spots were reserved for 2 and a half men and more household names than you could imagine. it was a great experience and I'm glad I indulged after i'd down what I'd come for rather than before.

Today as it's the weekend I sacked off the gym in pursuit of my passion project for LA - surfing. So I got up at the crack of dawn...ok 10.00... and made some calls to some surf shacks i'd been recommended by, a surfer I started chatting to a while back, and a fat guy who was eavesdropping and wanted to throw his 10 cents in. Anyway when it came to hunting down a better bargain the fat guy had it! so i have purchased a wetsuit and i rented a board as i'm not sure I could slap a stamp on one of those and expect it to make it back to sunny blighty. I asked where was good and I decided to go to a fairly 'tame' beach as I am relatively new to this, having only done it once in Australia and once on the South Coast of England on rugby tour, where Johny Fraser bashed into me and made me bite through my lip. leaving the lower left side of my bottom lip hideously disfigured ever-since. Impossible I hear you cry, but true and a burden I shall bear until I meet my (probably watery) grave.

I suited up (still looking like an absolute pro at this point I might ad) drawing the looks from all around - I'm sure - although naturally too blasé to pay any attention, and took to the water...... and it went down-hill, both literally and figuratively, from here. Not long after I'd been paddling I was shouted the helpful advice 0f 'scoot forward on your board more' as, it's true, my efforts where encouraging the board to swim directly up into the air with little or no forward movement. 'Of course' I quipped back (as if to imply that I've never previously done it like that in all my years of experience and was merely trying something new this one time). I soon made head-way proceeded further out of my depth.

I first saw the 'wave' probably about 50 feet away from me- not much to look at - not really doing much in particular, just ambling towards me - minding its own business if you will. I remember thinking, perhaps this beach might prove worthwhile after all. I might see some actual surf here. Whooping and hollering can now be heard from those enjoying a paddle or a surf over to my right - someone is obviously making the most of this crest which, I note, is growing a little. By this time I have made signifcant distance from the beach and make a mental note to congratulate myself at the first opportunity for carring out everything so far with such aplomb. It was about this point that the idea of getting myself the other side of this wave entered my mind and I've got to tell you, I drew a complete blank because (and you'll have to take my word for this) there comes a time when all waves break; and just after the up-and-downy motion you experience further out, and just before the wishy-washy-white fun bit near the beach there is an implausibly hard, brick wall like object mocking and obliterating everything in its path... and you've guessed it. this is exactly where I found myself. Now anyone who's done this before will know that I had two options.... option a) about face, paddle and ride the wave to both safety, and the adoring, rapturous applause of the already impressed on-lookers, or b) abandon the board temporarily and dive, as it were through the wave to continue my journey to where legend and fable blur seamlessly into almost certain fame. Almost none of my intrepid readers would have considered option c) - an option so truly brilliant in its conception it shall surely be patented and marketed the world over. Option c) (when carried out correctly) sees the surfer attempt to paddle up the wall, presenting the flat of the board to the water, like a roman's shield to an advancing army....I should probably point out that I was not accompanied by a battalion of like-minded individuals ready to teach mother nature a lesson, and so....Things started to happen very slowly at this point. My board finds the beginning of the wave and rides directly up in the air. There is a feeling of weightless-ness that allows just long enough to pull a funny face (but nothing more). A slapping sound as the water hits the base of the board. A thud as the projectile comes toward you at speed. A forlorn attempt to tighten one's grip on wet fibre-glass. A swift change of direction as nature shows that you've been travelling completely the wrong way. a tumbling sensation as you are plunged under. An eternity wondering why the instinct to gasp has completely passed you by. A realisation that you are (in spite of the afore mentioned) blowing out through you're nose to stop water entering. A loss of even the concept of 'Up' and a stinging pain between the toes as the board leash tries to cheese-wire it's way length-ways through your foot. Flailing limbs, followed by (after what seems like an eternity) AIR! ...... Welcome to surfing.

I found myself right back where I'd started and was faced with another three waves, not unlike the last where I continued to employ (the now tried and tested) option c) to the same effect. It was only after 10 mins of gasping and paddling that I made it out past the break point to where the other surfers had only just stopped laughing. Next you have to sit on the board sideways to the waves all nonchalent-like, passing up wave after wave because (I imagine) they don't 'feel' right or 'are too wet' or something. Simple I hear you say but no no no, I was flailing around, like a fish out of water - and no, the irony wasn't lost on me. I was managing to just about stay on the board. Sure I had drifted a little further out than my new-found compadre, but I was doing it!!! I could pass myself off as regular at last. I was ready to paddle, waiting for the perfect wave....

And then I saw it!
20 ft away!
A fin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't mind telling you, dear reader, I absolutely shat my pants! I froze (for perhaps a week and a half) and turned to survey how far I was from the beach. A long way.
I would have gladly taken another 8 ft wave to the face and floundered my way to shore if I'd had a say in things. I lock eyes with another surfer, who says in rather a high pitched voice 'That's a dolphin right!?' to which I reply 'I fucking hope so' (sorry Diana please forgive me) and then proceed to paddle the most ginger doggy paddle you've ever seen toward the shore, because if any one of us looks most like a seal, splashing and larking about, it's me and I'm the furthest out of all of them. What's the old saying? 'you don't have to be faster than the dog that's chasing - just faster than your mates' I look back out to sea knowing that things couldn't get worse than they are now. And I remember now that I wasn't even suprised. I remember thinking 'a shark...well that is just TYPICAL.' Incidentally I was completely wrong by the way because what could be worse than a fin now 18 ft away me? That's right - TWO fins!

Thank God they were dolphins. Thank God.
I asked the rather chubby American (who to my mind would have made a much better meal anyway) how he knew we were safe and apparently "dolphins go sort of more up and downy" "while sharks tend to be more circle-y circle-y."

After the panic subsided it was one of those great moments you don't forget in a hurry and I spent probably another 2 hours out on the water, and it was sheer stubborn-ness that kept me there, and I'm sad to say that I am literally no better at surfing. However I'm almost certain that I can hold my breath longer than before - and this is the main positive I shall be taking in with me tomorrow, when I shall almost certainly surpass all expectations  .... and possibly see another gaggle of sharks. I can't wait...

Will mild-mannered Tristam tame the ocean waves and fulfill his destiny to become 'the wave whisperer'?
Will he wrestle hand-to-fin, ('mano-a-sharko') with another great White?
Will he EVER get the salt and throbbing sensation out of his sinuses?

Tune in next week for part 3 of our "Intrepid Traveller Tristam's Tiresome Trials & Tribulations: A Cautionary Tale" available in Hardback this February, perfect for Birthdays, Anniversaries or an early stocking-filler!
T

Tris' Travels

Hi guys,

I have a new address:

Mr. Tristam Summers (O.B.E Pending)
3, 1454 Yale Street,
Santa Monica,
California,
90404.

So I've moved on to what Michelle has taken to calling the 5th leg of my 'vacation'. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself...

So, the beginning - We left on New Year's Day and set off for VEGAS (leg 1) where we landed and checked in to the 'Planet Hollywood' on the strip with all our snowboarding gear and plent of other suitcases to boot. We were staying in the 'Terminal Velocity' themed room with Charlie Sheen's Jumpsuit, bomber jacket and many stills and facts of the film on display. The suite was huge and right on the strip. Casinos everywhere - inside and outside of the hotel. The strip is long and there are more flashing lights than you could possibly imagine. With the Bellagio, The MGM, The Mirage, Treasure Island and a new one just opposite us, the name of which eludes me just now (Michelle?) oh no wait - was the Cosmopolitan which was very fancy and shiny-new.

We acquanted ourselves with the bars offering the cheapest beer and tried to acclimatise since the time difference threw us out of whack for a long, long time. We met the groom and his family again - not having seen him since the last trip, congratulated him and had boozey night. Day two saw the stag do - live round ammunition firing on a range with a beretta 9mm and also with a Dirty Harry .44 Magnum 'the most powerful handgun in the world'. The kickback on the Dirty Harry gun was suprising - even when you knew it was coming and I was a little more accurate with the beretta. We got handed our targets and somehow mine got lost when I gave it to someone to look after and blahblahblah. But I was a born sniper - hitting the middle with every shot (can't be proven otherwise). I managed to get the whole expensive experience for free since the lady on the counter made a counting error which I didn't feel the need to point out at the time (if they can't even count - no wonder there's so much friendly fire). Next, on to Hooters for cheap beers (a doller cheaper than the night before - RESULT) and some gambling - I managed to win $180 on black jack. Next on to a strip bar (it's Vegas after all) where we finished the evening not TOO worse for wear and packed the stag off for some beauty sleep before the big day to folllow.

The wedding was an informal affair - or at least it was for those of us who didn't pack suits - but it was an interesting service (broadcast live online for those who couldn't make it) with a vicar with a sense of humour who bandied the whole thing along at quite a clip. Bride looked beatiful etc etc flowers etc everybody said the right names yadayadadyaddaa.
Wedding reception was an impromptu event at an all you can eat world buffet with every type of cuisine imaginable. followed by ......More drinking more gambling and debauchery. By this time it became apparent that you couldn't even sit down anywhere in Vegas besides the toilet without gambling - if they read this I'm sure they'll plough some cash in to rectify this oversight immediately. We travelled to the old part of Vegas (which does exist thank you very much (Dad and Grey laughed at me when I said that)) to see the Golden Nugget which is the oldest casino in Vegas - It had a waterslide that went through the middle of shark pool!!! We didn't go on it but was good to see.

Before we knew it, twas time to head to colder climbs and we picked up our rental cars and made for LAKE TAHOE (leg 2). Vegas had already been much colder than we were expecting - forcing us to wear jackets before we were ready but it was colder still in Tahoe. We stayed at the quant Best Western. We had a wonderful little broom cupboard which made the suite in Vegas seem like a Sheik's palace...so from riches to rags but it was more than fine as the holiday is on the mountain not in the room. It was hot for skiing believe it or not with jackets off for the first couple of days for some people. we bought mountain passes for a host of areas and made it to most of them over the 10 days. Contrary to tradition though there were no serious injuries (although Phil did jarr a finger but soon tucked his skirt in and got on with it). We did get monumentally lost at one point. We'd bumped into our tour rep who decided to join us for a couple of runs (wow - was he to regret this) and suggested we do Olympic and then, when he'd guaged our ability presumably, the same run again but through the trees just to the side of it. well the snow through these particular trees was incredible and i had heard him say we were going to cut back on the run in a bit. Well I managed to get separated and then the walkie-talkie died so I followed the tracks of many another skier until I came to a road. Knocked on a few deserted chalets (psycho) and got chased by a dog/ wolf and was given direcions back to the ski lift although I realised I'd come quite a bit wrong as no matter how far to the right I beared I couldn't find the piste again. anywho I followed the directions and after I was beginning to get tired a snowboard instructor took pity on me and offered me a lift back - which turned out to be a 15 min drive so I don't know quite how the old man had expected me to walk it. Meanwhile (and completely unbeknownst to me) the tour rep was desperately trying to keep the others together who were still off piste and hadn't made it back to the piste as i had assumed. On top of myself a couple of others strayed away and got lost too. Long story short he had to help the others down some trickier terrain with the help of Luke and Dave to the very bottom - which we'd been told by our hotelier couldn't be done. We all met back up at the bar at the bottom miraculously unharmed with stories a'plenty. The best bar in Heavenly resort by far is fire and Ice where they cook your self-made buffet on a grill in front of you - pricey but all you can eat. There's a theatricality in the way they cook it and throw the bowls about and I'll show you some videos when i'm back.

Before I knew it, it was time to move on to Los Angeles so after making our horrible goodbyes at SanFrancisco Airport, Laura, Matt and I drove to LA which took ALOT longer than the 4 hours we'd anticipated. I couldn't get hold of the people I was staying with in KOREA TOWN (LEG 3) so just turned up on their doorstep at half 10 at night. thankfully i'd reminded them a couple days earlier that I would be coming on the 15th not the 16. They had completely forgotten until then. Amy and Nabojsa made me completely at home and put me up on their couch and helped me in every way imaginable within a completely alien city. They didn't have a spare room so I virtually monopolised their living room which I felt a bit guilty for. Koreatown is odd, there are people selling junk at the side of the road outside their houses and I can't see how anybody can make any money from what they've got on offer but hey. I was virtually the only white man in a sea of Asian at the gym and about town - which I negotiated using solely my legs and public transport. This is near enough impossible in LA. Everything is so spaced out and the trains don't go many places useful. so I did my research and decided to rent my vehicle from 'rentawreck' and saved myself $600 off the next cheapest quote. Admittedly I'm driving a beat up old lexus but it's got more mod cons than my peugeot 'Liz' back home in Michelle's garage. electric adjustable seats, leather interior, sunroof. anyway 'Martha' and I have bonded and are inseperable now. There was a small battery incident but they sorted it and she runs as good as new. ok she makes a few strange noises but I say, if you can hear 'em there must be something wrong with the radio!

Having discovered 'The Coffee Bean's' Ice blended treats and the peanut butter mood at 'Jamba Juice' I felt it time to give amy, Nabojsa and their two dogs (Aero & Peeve) back their place so I moved in with Matt and Lau and made a contriubution to the rent - all the while travelling and viewing places all over. They were staying at a lush complex in the valley in an area called BURBANK (LEG 4) which is pretty central but still a traffic hot spot. It was great as I could spend time by the pool and relax when we weren't prepping for a few things and when I wasn't viewing places. There was everything there including a gym and printing facilities etc but the price tag was not an option for this intrepid traveller who was thinking of the slightly longer term. They leave in a couple days while I am stayin until April 1st. I had a great birthday and it was nice that Matt and Lau were there with me to celebrate and have a few drinks at an out of the way restaurant and a few bars in downtown.

I decided I wanted a place in SANTA MONICA (LEG 5) as the feel of it is pretty laid back and cool but has a plethora of shops and bars and restaurants and it's near the beach. I'm staying in a house-share quite a ways from the beach but I'm saving a fair bit on rent staying in a 3 bed. Funnily enough the room I viewed isn't available yet until March 1st so the landlady who is hardly ever there anyway has said she won't come back and that I can have her room until it is available. So somehow i've managed to bag a kingsized room with an ensuite bathroom for $700 for the month bills included in San Mon which if you've done your looking around (and i'll mercifully save you the bother) is unheard of. I moved in today and have just about unpacked. I've now got to find a gym nearby and get another few chores done so I feel like I can really focus on doing my best at the opportunities I have. But if you mail me you'll find me here at YALE (st)!!!!!!! So there to all nay-sayers who said I wasn't meant for Ivy League! just in case you havn't made a note of my cell number (get me being all american) is...

310.717.9322 (they asked if i wanted "a specific pre-fix e.g 310 is Beverley Hills, 312 is..." "I'll have that one please!"

Work wise I've had a couple of castings so far which both went well, although one was due to be filmed too soon for me to have got my visa through even though it went well. I've also got an agency meeting on Wednesday so keep your fingers crossed all, as their help would really make a difference in this industry where a manager can only do so much. anyways I'm gonna get going. My voice-over peeps had said I could do more work from Santa Mon but I havn't heard anything since - they're still trying to get scripts approved I'm told. I've only got another few weeks before Michelle comes out which is more than welcome news and gives me something  to look forward to.

Hope everyone back home is good, and be sure to let me know what you're all up to...
T

A blog...Really?

So I've been keeping my family and a few others up to date with what I've been up to and had some requests from a few more. So I figure instead of emailing everyone or setting up different groups or facebook mesages etc. a bright spark said maybe I should start a blog, where everyone can abuse me under one roof... so here goes.

I'll post the mails I've sent out so far (which are fairly long) and will try and keep posts to an interesting minimum. Also note the shameless self-promotion that is expected of us nowadays.