Actor Victor Oshin visits the studio…
Oshin — Nigerian (or at least one of its 521 languages) for ocean. According to Victor, thanks to the crown connection, Nigerians have long been mad on their tea. Ugandan’s too. As a Yorkshireman I have to approve.
Victor thinks he’s a shy guy. Apparently everyone else thinks he’s the comic relief.
The first thing he grabs from the CD tower is Herbie Hancock’s ‘Rocket’. The suns out, and it brings back the days of when he was working in an indie fashion store, a place he loved as it was more a social den where he played what he liked all day. For me it brought back a music vid with a w*nking mannequin (whilst it might not be socially intelligent to say so, you watch the damn thing and tell me… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHhD4PD75zY).
Laptop wouldn’t play the CD, so we ended up going for A tribute to Jack Johnson, Mile’s Davis’s score to a 1970 boxing documentary that despite it’s Oscar nomination, can’t be found anywhere. It’s both agreed that this record is the sh*t, a rock album done by jazz people, with new details found on the 50th play. He’s surprised to hear that it was a cut and paste job by producer Ted Maceo, musicians’ noodlings stitched up like Frankensteins monster. One mag compared it to the Chemical Brothers. Victor declares his hopes to one day express emotion through acting as Miles did via his trumpet.
His is a similar story, catching the bug during a school play. He left Alra Academy before his showcase, but what do you know, work has been steady. Plenty of commercials; on one, where he was required to laugh all day at the words “Bish Bash Bosh”, he would search non stop for new things to chuckle at, be they a crew members hair, a crew members shoes, pranks on everyone, whatever it took to get the job done. All in the name of duty.
Something that I never knew before, but I do now thanks to Victor. 20th April is weed day and has been for years. More people will go to Hyde Park than the police can caution, and raise a toke to the person sat next to them, which usually turns out to be the school enemy they haven’t seen for years. No matter, all is forgiven; pass that blunt. Yes Victor is okay with my mentioning that, and no I haven’t touched so much as even a drop of alcohol since I was 15. And at that point we head to the local Morrison’s so he can grab a beer. One beer is fine unless its the first of many, or you’re a recovering alcoholic (no he isn’t).
One of those who changes his top film every time the sun rises, today he singles out Bad Boys, says it ticks all the boxes; gun’s, cars, action, Martin Lawrence in his prime, and rude stuff.
On to the music for the second half, the serious half, the half worth keeping. Its an open secret I use film scores whilst shooting; I was a crap DJ but I always had an eye for reactions. By this point I’ve got an idea of what he’s familiar with, so on goes the “Coming to America” theme tune. I can’t even remember what it sounds like, Victor calls it out in three notes. Cue a torrent of worship for one the 80s funniest movies, the one liners (“The royal penis is clean your highness”), Arsenio Hall, and living legend James Earl Jones (he really went and did theatre in Poland?).
Then it’s on to Ben Hur; his family round the tv for four hours every Christmas. Follow that up with Massive Attack’s Angel; at which point I finally get the subwoofer working and start worrying about the plaster falling out, the studio’s wooden flooring helps make this record a deeply religious experience.
Plenty of soundtracking goodness ends with Pharell in request. “Minions?” I say. “He wouldn’t have done that”. Not quite anyhow, for the answer turned out to be “Despicable Me”. So there, have it. Cue “Happy”, our thesp’s face lights up like an Xmas tree… http://youtu.be/zTjPaB178tg
Best of luck my good man, bring on the next actor…
Bubble and Squeak Showreels: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgsCNbnzDY0