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First week wrapped! And now this...

5/2/2012

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So, I'm logging onto the website today to announce the greatest thing ever: We wrapped our first week of shooting last Saturday!  It was so fantastic!  Every scene is its own gem, and the feeling on the set was so exciting--we all know that this movie will not only make people laugh until they cry, but that it will assuredly change the world.  Which is why we're all making movies, isn't it?  Well, I am.

So I walk into my (only for now) day job this morning.  There is no almond milk in the kitchen, which pisses me off because I was in the mood for a cappuccino.  And when I walk outside to go buy one instead of make it myself, it has started to rain.  Hard.

Nothing sucks more than NYC in the rain.  Why?  Because not only do I have to carry my purse, gym bag and whatever paperwork I'm working on (+ whatever library book I'm reading cause I don't have a kindle yet and I have a masochistic tendency to read 1000-page biographies), I also have to get my shoes and jeans wet as I walk from subway to work and back, AND carry an umbrella with the free hand I so don't have.

So I'm feeling glum and I just turn around and go back to my desk and settle for soy milk (ugh).  I go to cracked.com cause I just need a laugh.  And I read the funniest article about the most disturbing sexual encounters in comic book history:
http://www.cracked.com/article_19786_the-6-creepiest-sexual-encounters-in-comic-book-history_p2.html

Which cheers me up, but I just can't help noticing something horrific.  And it's not that Robin sleeps with his sister (though that in itself is quite a gem).  It's this Tarantula chick.  And the fact that she rapes Robin's later alter ego, Nightwing?  What the deuce?!  But wait, there's more: she tries to force him to marry her!  Now this is the first time I've ever seen a minority comic book hero, though there are quite a few, according to Wikipedia (my complete source of all knowledge in general). 

My first reaction to reading this superhero blog was, "Hey cool, I think she's a black character."  Then later down the line when I see she's having her way with Nightwing, I think, "Jesus, they had to go there?  So friggin' typical that a minority character would pull some shit like this in the minds of the writers."  But when I see that she's at City Hall trying to force Nightwing to marry her, and then I see that she speaks Spanish ("mi tesoro")--for fuck's sake, people!!  Christ, Tarantula, please do us all a favor, first shed that red outfit that's a stereotype all on its own.  And if Nightwing doesn't want you to have his baby, man up and move the fuck on!  You're a superhero, woman, why don't you go act like one?!

Luckily, I had a cappuccino in hand.  Otherwise, I might have been very upset indeed.
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The Gator Swims

4/20/2012

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I realize I've been away for a while, and I do apologize.

I've been busy since the beginning of the year preparing for our shoot that now happens on Monday!  Just three days.  I've taken myself out of the producer role for a few days now as I try to adjust to the actor mentality.  Naturally, drama is going to float downstream and I will catch wind of some of it (especially when the one producer left is my husband).  And as we gain and lose crew...gain and lose cast...gain and lose our sanity like the flowing tides, I have to reflect on how far we've come and what we've been able to do.

We set out two and a half years ago as a small group of intelligent and incredibly capable actors who wanted a little bit more control over their careers.  I had written this script for fun (writing having been a hobby of mine for the past ten years--though now I think it's taken a turn for the more serious), and I suggested we make it on the fly.  I really should have known that with a group of type A personalities, nothing 'on the fly' is going to fly.

The script was about my personal struggle with being a white-skinned actor who was born in Puerto Rico, but had lived in the United States since I was 5.  It was only after college when I became an actor that I began to face obstacles due to my ethnicity because well-intentioned people in the entertainment industry assumed I could only play Hispanic roles. 

Why do I say 'well-intentioned'?  Well, I had agents trying to find where I would best fit in.  They were trying to get me work and saw a burgeoning Latin market.  I had casting directors who were honestly very nice people trying to give a young actor a shot and felt that a Puerto Rican would stand a better shot of being cast in a Hispanic role.  When a manager asked me if I could wear darker foundation, she was sincerely trying to sell me as best she knew how.

Unfortunately, these circumstances caused a deep well of anger to build every time walked into a waiting room for an audition and saw a sea of dark-skinned actors (most of whom weren't even Hispanic) lined up to audition for the latest thug/hooker/maid-of-the-week.  It was anger at the world for what it still is, anger at the circumstances of these actors who had no power over how they're seen, anger at all the people I've ever met who have so thoughtlessly questioned me over the color of my skin because some movie told them exactly what a Hispanic person is supposed to look and act like.

So I went to a coffee shop (mostly Joe's on Columbus and 86th--I was between jobs probably) and wrote down all the ridiculous stories that I had collected having to do with my ethnicity.  I wove them together into a narrative and White Alligator was born.

Fastforward nearly three years and this has now become a torch that we all carry and so many people have been recruited to carry that.  It is no longer a fun project that a bunch of actors are putting together, but rather a Great Hope that if this movie hits mainstream, we can change the world.  We can encourage other projects to do race-blind casting, and we can encourage a lot of people to open their horizons and see that ethnicity really is only skin-deep.  And underneath this silly little layer of epidermis, everybody has the same hopes and dreams and desires.

And all the original players that are still involved and have come with us such a long way on this project now have those same dreams that this will be the project that will open the door so that they can make more significant projects that might change the world in other ways.  And all of this might make us the artists that we were born to be instead of meager players with no say over the course of our lives.

But I guess that's what happens when you put a bunch of type A personalities together and give them a story.  It is now a collective hope.  And I am personally thrilled and inspired to be working with such brilliant, artistic and dedicated warriors.

May we someday (soon) be toasting these very words at Cannes (or some such--like the White House).
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The Hat issue

12/9/2011

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I had a happy little accident a few days ago.  I had been writing a blog post about the recent hullabaloo regarding white actors cast in a Hartford production of Stephen Adly Guirgis' "The Motherf*cker in the Hat":

http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/11/30/playwright-criticizes-casting-for-production-of-the-____________-with-the-hat/ 

And lo and behold, it was totally erased by my faulty computer after three hours of editing it.   I cursed my own existence, and gave up for the day, vowing to revisit at a later time when I was more calm.  That time came today when I happened upon a fellow actor's blog regarding the issue:

http://peacockchronicles.com/

I found that the talented Carmen Pelaez summed up my experiences exactly, so I didn't have to write anything!

After you've perused these articles, I will leave you with this: I completely support Guirgis' views regarding the production and understand his anger at not giving Latino actors the opportunity to audition for this production.  However, I found myself grimacing while reading about the issue, simply because of the manner in which Puerto Ricans were swept under an enormous umbrella of a certain urban type.  In fact, I expected more care to be taken in using labels for a certain ethnicity from a publication as prestigious as the New York Times.  Dare to dream.

It did make me realize the absolute NEED for a wider range of Hispanic characters in our media outlets.  The reason the term "urban" was not used to describe the characters instead of "Puerto Rican" is because there have been no true successes on a wide scale from Puerto Rican artists to make known the wide range of walks of life that Puerto Rican society enjoys.  It (obviously) is as big as any other society, as big as what they call the "white" society.  There are white Puerto Ricans/Americans, there are black Puerto Ricans/Americans, there are poor Puerto Rican/Americans, there are white Puerto Rican/Americans.  There are even rich-then-stock-market-crashed-and-now-poor-with-a-dark-skinned-son-but-from-light-skinned-parents Puerto Rican-Americans.  I think you get the point.  How odd then, that only the poor and black Hispanic population is portrayed in our movies and media outlets.  How very odd.

I wonder why that is?
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Stetson Kennedy

11/3/2011

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I've recently gotten into an obsessive habit of trying to clean out my inbox and keep my desk immaculately clean. I blame it on the upcoming holidays: there's never any telling how I will behave in the last two months of the year.

In performing these tasks, I came across an article about Stetson Kennedy in the New York Times from August that I was forwarded and had been meaning to read:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/30/us/30kennedy.html

It was forwarded from a protege of Mr. Kennedy's to my father-in-law, who then forwarded it on to Stu, my husband (and producer of our film), who then forwarded it on to me. Don't you just love the internet?

Stetson Kennedy, who died August 27 of this year, was a white civil rights leader. Apart from an entire lifetime of civil rights work and collecting folklore, he was particularly well known for infiltrating and exposing the Ku Klux Klan. There is a documentary coming out this month on him that will eventually make its way to PBS. Rumor has it that Tobey Maguire bought the rights to his life, following in the footsteps of Humphrey Bogart. Hopefully, Mr. Maguire will be successful in getting his life onto the big screen for all to see.

As a producer, I have to ask myself and be able to answer the question, "why should anyone care?" I have to be able to answer it because if I don't know the answer, I can't explain it to someone else, and then voila: no money for fun times movie. What's interesting (and what I love) about White Alligator is that the majority of the current crew is not Hispanic. The only Hispanics we can claim right now are me, the writer/actor, and Raquel Almazan, the director. So, I often ask myself, why do these fabulous people that have dedicated their (unpaid for now) time, energy and resources, care?

Well, why did Stetson Kennedy care?

I'd like to think that White Alligator, despite having a main character from Puerto Rico, speaks to all walks of life. It's written and designed to have people across the board say, "yes, that's me, that's happened to me." But playing devil's advocate, which all producers do, let's say for some reason, it doesn't. Let's imagine the worst case scenario where a mixed audience sits in that theater and at the end, some say, "funny stuff, but what's this gotta do with me?"

In my dreams, I like to think that the Least Common Denominator should be able to see my film, have a good time, grab a beer afterwards and go to sleep content. Later in the week, when bringing in candidates for an open position for, say, fund structuring attorney and he/she looks at a pile of resumes and happens to have a Mr. Rodriguez with an excellent resume, I'd like to think that this person would now have the subconscious ability to think, "Oh, maybe this Rodriguez fellow won't come in with nasty crack habit and a fondness for glocks. He did go to Harvard Law School, after all. What the hey, let's bring him in..."

That's the worst case scenario. The next level of people in the audience are the ones that say, "what's this gotta do with me?" And this is the most exciting group of people to encounter. They're the ones that Stetson wrote for, the ones that are on the fence about caring, the ones that haven't yet been converted. They care enough to ask, "why should I care?" And they are the future. They still pass a homeless man on the street without blinking, but maybe later in the day when they're getting soup for lunch, they think about him again and wonder if there's anything anybody can do.

The real answer to the question, "why should I care," should be that we're all interconnected by an invisible string, and when one person falls down, we all come crashing down. It's hard to see this, of course, when you're in the middle of the grit of your own personal day. But some people, such as Stetson Kennedy, Oskar Schindler, Mike Daisey, can see that string linking us all. They see that that homeless man, if given the proper therapy and medication for his schizophrenia,
has the potential to someday solve the healthcare crisis. They see the value and worthiness of every living creature placed on Earth.

Those are the beautiful souls that I am fortunate enough to be surrounded by in this project. They do not say, "
I'm not Hispanic: what does this project have to do with me?" but rather, "this project has the potential to advance our humanity."

And for that, I am forever grateful.
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Houston, we have a problem

10/20/2011

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A friend from San Juan shared the following link with me on Facebook today:
http://tikitikiblog.com/really-you-dont-look-spanish/#axzz1bLdvvbue


Frankly, I was shocked that this woman had had this experience.  Not because I questioned whether it was true, but because I thought I was the only one this happens to on a regular basis.  See, all the rest of my (mostly) white family is in San Juan where skin color and your ability to be Puerto Rican is not questioned.
Growing up in various places in the United States, my mother had to actually train me, like a social graces version of an EMT, on how to handle the situation when a person would tell me, "But you don't look Puerto Rican."  Like a good girl, I was taught to say, "We come in all colors."  We practiced it.  I memorized it.

Now, being an amateur philosopher since birth, I'd like to take all you readers through what goes on in my head when I (still) hear this.

First, I wonder how the person saying this could possibly feel comfortable commenting on the skin color of another person TO HER FACE.  When he/she is presented to a black man or woman, should I expect them to say, "Wow, you're really black, aren't you?"  I mean, what is the cutoff here?  Is it one of those ridiculous societal rules where I'm not qualified to be spared racist comments because I'm white?  On the other hand, I wonder how it would feel if instead of a rude and small-minded comment, I just get an awkward silence where I can actually hear the inner thoughts of the person saying, "Don't mention anything about her being white, don't mention anything about her being white..." as I'm sure many black people experience.  I guess the real question is why the hell do we still care what color skin people have??

After I've taken the person in and wonder what kind of upbringing this person had, I then start to play a few scenarios in my head, along the lines of, "What the hell do I say to this?"  There's always a few options available to me.  I can say, "Yeah, whattya know."  That's the most inoffensive comment toward the other person that I can think of.  It doesn't say anything at all; it's a throw-away line.  However, here's what's wrong with that line: it compromises my reality and my feelings, it doesn't broaden anyone's horizons, and it comes from a place of weakness.  Don't get me wrong, I've likely used it on occasions when I'm just too tired to be open-minded and have to take care of the other person's feelings.  But it's seldom that I use it.  To me, it's like saying, "Yes, massah."  It's bowing down to ignorance to let it pass and flourish.

The other category of options that I can say are along the lines of: "We come in all colors," "Native Spanish-speakers are just like all native English-speakers in that they all look and sound totally different from one another," "Latin America is a very big part of the world, full of all different races and creeds."  Once recently, at a networking event for women CEOs, a woman said to me, "I would never think you were Spanish" (another common one).  I chose to say to her, "Why would you, I spoke perfect American English to you. The thing is, I also have the capability to speak perfect Spanish if I so choose."  I then continued to eat my baby carrot and drink my wine, and waited for a reaction.  I believe her reaction after that actually was, "I would just never think you were Spanish."  I could try to tell myself that she was just drunk, but that would again be leaving room for ignorance to flourish.

The point of all this is that I now ask you to participate: please envision yourself in the shoes of this person to whom I've just told these things.  I do this naturally as an actor; it's rather fun.  It's the "what if" game.  What if you were just told that Latinos come in all colors, and this is a hell of a shock to you?  I can think of a few feelings that I might feel in that position.  Anger and shame are the top ranking emotions.  Anger that this person is calling me ignorant.  Shame that it's true.  Neither of these make for a pleasant first introduction.  You can see how for years, I was quite unpopular at cocktail parties.  Recently, I've developed a method for tackling these most awkward of circumstances that seem to happen a few times a week.  I follow any of the above comments with a hearty laugh.  I've discovered that I have a fabulous infectious laugh that can easily break the ice.  In this way, the other person's feelings aren't hurt. 

But I can't say what kind of toll it takes on me.

Now, just for fun, some excerpts from my life (and these didn't even make it into the movie, which means there's a lot more where these came from!):

1. At my corporate job recently, someone who works in Legal telling me, "You're the whitest Puerto Rican I know."  I'm just gonna leave my comments to that up to your imagination.
2. Meeting one of my husband's best friends for the first time, and her putting on some rap on the radio to make me feel at home.  I requested Chopin.
3. After having a lovely brunch with a few friends who work in academia, I bring up the subject of my film and its story.  My professor friend whom I've known for years says to me, "I didn't know you were Puerto Rican! What are you gonna f*ck me up now?"  He teaches political science at a respectable university.
4. At a Q&A with John Leguizamo, him saying how much he loves to dance because it's in his Latin blood.  Me turning to my husband saying, "I hate salsa.  I prefer ballet.  I need the structure."


5. An agent once telling me when I asked to be submitted to a role on a soap opera: "Sorry, Caucasians only." 

Okay, that last one made it into the screenplay.  Oh my, I've given something away!  Guess you'll just have to see the film for more of my Greatest Hits!
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We made it!

8/16/2011

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We met our goal!  

Thank you all so much for your generosity and amazing dedication in seeing this project to fruition!  

You will soon be getting an email from Kickstarter requesting your mailing address.  If you're anything like me, you will immediately become incredibly paranoid and question why anybody needs your address, and possibly ponder whether you should move to the Amazon just to make sure nobody finds you.  Fret not, however: they are only asking for the address so I can send you all the rewards you have chosen for your contributions.  None of your personal information will ever be shared.  

Now that our Kickstarter campaign has finished, we are working hard to raise the remaining funds needed so that we can start production as soon as possible.  White Alligator will most likely be shot this fall, and I will certainly keep everyone abreast of our milestones.  If you'd like, for more updated information, you can sign up to "like" the Facebook page that we started specifically for this project (note: this is separate from the page Kickstarter started for us that you all have already liked).  Not only will your "like" help us with eventual distribution, but it's a great way to stay connected with the White Alligator message forum. (I will continue posting interesting articles on relevant topics, as I have done with my Kickstarter updates.)  

We have also revamped the film's website, www.whitealligatorthemovie.com, and have included all your names as our backers.  Yes, I drew those alligators by myself on Microsoft Paint.  And yes, I'm currently looking for higher meaning in my life.  

And on that note...  

In the news this week: Jane White, Broadway and film actress, daughter of Walter White, the founder of the NAACP, died July 24.  She had a nice little write up in the NYTimes:   http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/08/arts/jane-white-actress-and-singer-who-rebelled-against-racial-straitjacketing-dies-at-88.html?_r=2&hpw  

A quote that caught my eye was: "I've just always been too 'white' to be 'black' and too 'black' to be 'white,' which, you know, gets to you after a while, particularly when the roles keep passing you by," taken from an interview in 1968.  I guess this struck a cord, because it is my own story, except replace 'latino' with 'black', and you have White Alligator in a nutshell.  I would have never known who Jane White was if my husband hadn't sent me this article.  But everyone knew who Paul Newman was when he died and he was on the cover of many magazines and mourned for years after.  What was the difference, other than one was allowed to have a career because he didn't stradle two racial worlds and "confuse" people?  

Another noteworthy article our director sent my way (subject of her email to me: The Help needs our help...):   http://www.indiewire.com/article/2011/08/10/critics_notebook_how_movies_like_the_help_reinforce_hollywoods_race_problem  

I read this book one boring Summer when I was temping.  My thoughts: emotionally sucks you in and fun to read, but we've heard it all before.  I was a bit shocked (but not really) to see it become a film so soon after the book's publishing.  And it's funny, but one of my first thoughts when I saw the film's poster was, "what if Viola Davis wants to wear the pretty dress for a change?" (...and stop being the maid).  I mean, honestly, it's a period piece being shot in 2011, we can all suspend our disbelief.  Emma Stone's character could have easily been played by Zoe Saldana, and we all would have gotten what was going on.  

And finally, for the hat trick:   http://www.examiner.com/soap-opera-in-riverside/former-young-and-the-restless-star-francesco-quinn-dead-at-48   Now, not to be morbose and include another death in this email, but this news of Francesco Quinn's early death caught my eye for one reason: the article states that he was nominated for an ALMA award (American Latino Media Arts Award), the "Latino Oscars."  The thing is, though, Mr. Quinn was actually Italian.  Pause for dramatic effect.  So, should we then rename these awards, GDMA (Generally Darker-Skinned-Than-Others Media Awards), if that's really what they're going for?  When has Italian been considered Latino?  Should we include Greeks in that grouping?  And while we're at it, let's throw in Turkish people, why not, it's geographically close enough.  Is Japan too far?  

There is indeed a point to all these articles.  I say, if the media has had trouble in the past with actors' ethnicities, and Hollywood has had trouble following its own rules on this front, let's just forget the whole thing.  Why don't we take ethnicity out of the casting picture, shall we?
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A Second Miracle...

8/9/2011

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(Originally published on Kickstarter on August 4)
Aliens have been spotted.

I'm just kidding! The miracle is that thanks to 148 backers - plus Angel Mercado's enthusiasm and generosity in increasing his pledge - we've reached our goal!

We're currently at $10,010, which is just so beautiful and almost perfectly symmetrical, that it makes me giggle. Thank you, all of you!

"But we still have 10 days to go until the end of the campaign," you may say. "What will we do now?"

We'll figure it out. But for now, we celebrate!

And on that note, I leave you with quite the interesting interview with Modern Family's Sofia Vergara:

http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2011/07/29/sofia-vergara-on-david-beckham-tom-cruise-the-smurfs-modern-family-emmys.html

For our purposes, I've cut down the chit-chat and gotten to what I felt was at the heart of the interview. I've included my own responses to the interview as if I were sitting with Sofia and Marlow (the interviewer). I am notated by VL, for Viviana Leo.

MS: Upon researching you for this interview, I read that you're actually a natural blonde. Why did you make the switch to brunette?

(VL: Oh, Marlow, you're terrible! I know where you're going with this, and I commend you. Let's see how this shakes out...)

SV: Yes, I'm blonde. When I started as an actor, because of the accent and my body and my personality, it was not what the stereotype of the Latina woman in Hollywood is, so they didn't know where to put me. The blonde hair wasn't matching. The moment I put my hair dark, it was better for my work. I think I changed it five or six years ago, but I got used to it. It toned me down a little bit. Before, I was the blonde with big boobs and a big mouth. [Laughs] It toned me down and I really like it.

(VL: Interesting. Yes, we all face this question of whether to stick to our guns and not work, or sell out and become a household name. And we, the audience, allows this to happen! I myself had to take a stage name, and Ms. Vergara, I don't blame you in the least. No, I know what you're thinking, Marlow, I really don't. Had I been given that choice, who knows what may have been. For dyeing her hair, Ms. Vergara is now working often; whereas I, the white Latina, am writing and producing my own work, which truly is much harder and less cost effective. Thankfully, I have a cushy day-job and no children. But who's to say what the future brings. I do a killer Puerto Rican accent, and there's always darker foundation...)

MS: Has being loud ever gotten you into hot water?

(VL: Wait a minute, I'm not finished. I'd like to address Ms. Vergara's statement, "they didn't know where to put me." How about the leading lady in a major Hollywood romantic comedy? How about the leading lady in pretty much anything?! Why's it gotta be about what piece of land we happen to be born on?!)

(Ms. Leo is now belligerent and has to be calmed down by security.)

MS: [As I was saying...] Has being loud ever gotten you into hot water?

SV: It is what it is. Latins, we're like that! We're very passionate and very loud and we scream and shout, but then we forget.

(VL: Really? (silence) Hmm. (a contemplative moment) Well, I have always been quiet and shy myself. But what we're saying is that I'm actually supposed to be loud, and what else? Scream. Yes. Well, I do scream on the inside when I see injustice, but I tend to keep a level head at all times. Though I always assumed that was from my own unique personality. But maybe I'm wrong, maybe to be intelligent, level-headed and studious is actually a trait that all Latinos carry...oh wait, is that what you meant to say?)

MS: Casting agents love to stereotype actresses in Hollywood, but you've really spun that around and made it work to your advantage.

SV: I think I'm going to be stereotyped forever, but I'm not scared of being stereotyped. I'm Latin. I have this accent. I'm lucky that I got this role and showed people that I can be funny. I would never go and read for Schindler's List 2 because I know I'm not going to get the part. It's just a matter of finding the right roles for me. I'm never going to play a scientist or something crazy.

(VL: Indeed, science is crazy, isn't it? And it's just so insane to think of a Latino performing difficult scientific tasks! Oh my. It's just so beyond us. It's interesting, a great uncle comes to mind. According to my parents' stories, he worked on the Manhattan Project back in the '40s. Oh wait, my memory is also recalling my mother's cousin, Nestor, who is himself a backer for this project. He's a chemist who works in Washington. But seriously, other than those two individuals, I highly doubt a Latino could be believable as an actual scientist. Oh wait, my father also comes to mind. Weird. He's an anesthesiologist. And my cousin the neurologist. Gosh. Now I've got Latin scientists on the brain, and the names just keep coming! But what I really meant to address before is that I heard there will in fact be a Schindler's List 2, because one really isn't enough. And guess what? I'll be there auditioning. Cause I do a phenomenal German accent, thanks to an accent coach, and that's really all it takes, isn't it? Did I mention I was a finalist for a role in Irena's Vow on Broadway with Tovah Feldshuh, thanks to a Polish accent I perfected and killer acting skills? Let's all start dwelling in the possibilities, now, shall we?)
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A Miracle

8/9/2011

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(Originally published on Kickstarter on July 29)
Since my last update a couple of days ago, we've gone up by 5%. We're over 75% funded now! Thanks for the help in spreading the word!

I'm writing to share something very personal that happened to me recently. For several months, my day job has been supporting a group of scientists at a research facility. A couple of weeks ago, some managers decided my (sometimes) cheerful disposition might be more of an asset in their corporate offices, separate from the research facility...a much more stressful environment. I fought the good fight (and by fight, I mean I mostly avoided eye contact with my managers in a desperate attempt that they would forget I was alive), but yesterday I lost the battle.

When I announced my defeat to a scientist, he expressed his disappointment and said, "You've been so good for everyone here." I was taken aback. I had known my life had been changed by working here, but I was unaware that I had helped others too.

I've hinted at it before, but I was a bit of a lonely child. I didn't really have friends until I ran off to college and joined the circus (re: moved to NYC), and even then... I was shy, awkward, nerdy, didn't fit in, and there was even more: from a young age, I'd been plagued by a debilitating anxiety disorder, hypochondria. This has always been my biggest secret, the reason why I never let anyone get too close, lest they should find out.

When I started here a few months ago, I found myself fitting right in. People started coming up to my desk and staying for a long chat, or they'd take their coffee break around my desk area and stay for an hour. I learned about their lives, their wives, their projects. They asked me about filmmaking and acting, and were actually interested. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was making friends. This had never happened to me in a work environment.

In time, I even started being open about my anxiety, something that I would never have done in a million years a few months ago. Eventually, a new friend at work recommended a book, The Power of Now. I'd tried reading it before, but something made me promise him that I would read it again. At the same time, he also recommended to a mutual work friend another book about physical health. We both set on our journey to improve our health, he his physical health, me my emotional health. Of course, I'd tried to confront it before, but without much success. This time it felt different. I felt stronger, like I could finally confront it. I was inspired watching my friend take this book everywhere with him, and I began to do the same.

I only realize now, after my coworker said that to me yesterday, why I felt powerful enough to finally confront something that had been terrorizing me for most of my life. I had the support of a community. I had friends. And in turn, everyone here had a friend in me, which is why I was good for this place. We were a multi-racial community of individuals from all walks of life with one common cause: we're all nerds who need friends.

It's been said a million times that a community can change the world by coming together. I just experienced that first-hand. And that's what films try to do (at least my films): inspire a community in order to change the world. These few months here have made me a better human being, and in turn, a better filmmaker.

Incidentally, nobody here has ever asked me why my skin is so white. Because at a molecular level, we're all the same, aren't we?
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A white Puerto Rican walks into a bar...

8/9/2011

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(Originally published on Kickstarter on July 27)
A huge shout-out to the Tirado/Rodriguez/Morano/Ahearn family! They've really come through and helped us get to 69%! Thanks for everyone's generosity and hard work to help us get this far. Keep spreading the word!

I was recently getting a snack at one of my favorite vegetarian stands, and while I was waiting for my order, I strike up a conversation with a lady who was waiting in line. She complimented me on my dress in English, and I responded in Spanish since I had heard her speaking it before. Her reaction was like I had stripped myself of my human costume, and a giant cockroach was staring at her speaking Spanish. She couldn't believe it. I told her I was from Puerto Rico, just like her, and she starts going on and on about how white I am. I told her that I had an aunt named Maritza, which was her name, and she wanted to know if there were others like me. At the time, I wish I had my Korean friend with me who grew up in the Dominican Republic, just for sheer theatricality.

We eventually got to the point where we could have a conversation, but it took a while for the shock to wear off. Truth be told, I could've been telling her I had the secret to counting cards, she couldn't have taken it in because of the shock from my being white. I wonder if my parents reacted the same way when I was born: "You have a daughter.", "Whaaaat? She's whiiiite?", "Do you want to hold her?", "But...we're Puerto Rican...", "Should I just lay her down then?". I'll have to ask them, though somehow I doubt it.

But who knows, maybe it's my fault. Maybe when I meet new people, I should just become accustomed to having to wait about five minutes before we can get off the subject of my skin color. But truthfully? I haven't the time. Which is why I'm making this movie.

Thanks for your support everyone!!
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Vivian with an A at the end

8/9/2011

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(Originally published on Kickstarter on July 19)
We're $53 away from reaching 50%! Whoever helps us reach 50%, I'll name a character after them (assuming you're comfortable with me using your name).

So, during a production meeting last night, I was chatting with Maitely Weismann, The Most Fabulous Producer Ever, and we were talking a bit about growing up, and the stereotypes that plague us as kids. Maitely and I kind of grew up together near Albany where I went to boarding school, and we recently found each other again in the city after all these years.

Before I met Maitely in Albany, I moved around a lot. No, my father wasn't in the military, at least not actively (he was in the Reserves). I think it was a combination of job opportunities and my mother getting bored of one place. So, come September, I was often the new kid with no friends (which was awful because my birthday is September 10).

Now, for some reason, the teacher's roll book only allowed for 6 letters in a child's first name. With a name like Jennifer, we can fill in the blank when we see Jennif. However, with Viviana, it always cut off the A and left me with Vivian. Which is lovely in its own right, but ultimately not my name. So I would sit there in a new school and about seven times a day (different classes) for about a week (till teachers remembered my name) I would politely correct my new teacher and say, "it's Viviana". Suffice it to say, I didn't have any friends. Which was sad, but it later led to my independence and ability to go to the movies by myself, so...

Later on, when it got a lot worse due to braces and glasses, but then it got better due to my going to college in NYC, a lot of friends (yes, I finally made some) would say to me, "I really didn't like you when I first met you, you seemed stuck up". I would say, "yes, that's because I'm shy and I have an extra A on my name." But really? I'm a fun-loving gal. And it's a shame that lots of kids never found that out. And some kids grew up and are still judging others based on a name, based on whether they're quiet, based on what they wear. Look, I'm no saint, I flinch every time I see Birkenstocks. But I wouldn't not be that person's friend based on their shoe selection.

This is what White Alligator is about just as much as racism. And we all experience it. I want to invite people to share their White Alligator stories. You can post them as comments here, or just email them to me to vent! I was trying to make our Facebook page a community page for this purpose, but it hasn't caught on yet, so I'll bring the community vibe to our Kickstarter page! After all, Kickstarter is all about community! So, let's hear from all of you...

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    Viviana Leo is the writer and star of White Alligator.

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