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Clown (Supporting)

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Production Details

Casting "Cirque de Zephyr," a student short film (thesis) for New York Film Academy. cf. Synopsis below.

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Male, ages 30-45, Caucasian, Hispanic, Ethnically Ambiguous / Mixed Race

Role Description

Clown: (Supporting) depressed, burnt out, desperate, trying to seek advice, going through an identity crisis, tired of playing the same role, doing things for others, wants to do something for himself for a change, go out and see the world, go out and find out who he really is.


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Script Sides (Clown)

So, how can I be of service?

(almost a whisper)
You have an impressive reputation as a doctor in this town.

(false modesty)
Oh well, I wouldn't call myself a doctor, really, I like to see myself as more of a-- healer. I just want to use my sense of intuition to help these good people in any way that I can, you see.

(looking up at Clyde with desperate, watery eyes)
Please. You need to fix me.

Don't you worry, now. Tell me everything.

The man stands up and walks to the window. He looks outside.

Clyde takes a sip from his flask.

(back turned to Clyde)
I used to love what I do. But now I feel old and tired. Tired of doing the same thing over and over again.

Clyde picks his nails, but stops and smiles at the man as he turns around again and sits on the edge of the couch.

MAN (Cont'd)
I feel like-- like something is missing. I feel empty--

Clyde nods, pretending to be absorbed in his speech.

All my life, I've been wearing a mask-- I'm an actor, you see-- and it wasn't until now that I realized-- Doctor, I don't know who I really am!

The man slides off the couch and onto the floor. He starts weeping into his hand.

Clyde comes over and sits down next to him on the ground. He hands him the flask but the man shakes his head no.

Come on, now. It's perfectly normal to have an identity crisis from time to time-- Hell, it's healthy, even! But there's an answer for this, I promise. First off, I'm going to give you something for later-- and second, you're in luck, my friend-- there's a circus performing in town this week, see, and the clown is amazing. I guarantee that he'll cheer you up.

The man stops weeping but does not say anything. A blank expression on his face.

Now I know it sounds a little bizarre, perhaps, but trust me, my friend. There is a magical force in this clown's act--

As he is saying this, the man gets up, towards the door.

Clyde hurriedly stands up.

Hey! I'm not finished! Where do you think you're going? You dare come over here and disturb me, and you waste my time and--

As the man reaches the door, he turns around and interrupts Clyde, bitterness in his voice:

Doctor, that is the problem. You see-- I am the clown.