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Production: NYFA, '7' (See all 4 roles)

Sam (Lead)

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Casting "7," a horror film for New York Film Academy based on a true story combined with Chinese culture and western elements. A very fancy and interesting story. Director states: ...more

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Male, ages 23-33, Asian

Role Description

Sam: (Lead) Black hair, charming. Speaks English, very expressive eyes, is the ghost in the film, must be comfortable with horror makeup.
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The shining (Jack)

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Then to her horror as she realizes her husband is truly insane, his endlessly-repeating typographical configurations, all permutations and variations of the same sentence, are found on reams and reams of paper, revealing the self-deception of Jack's bankrupt mind and spirit in his insipid script. From behind, Jack emerges, startles her and asks: "How do you like it?" Dread-filled, she jumps from fright, turning to see Jack's smiling, demonically insane, shining face. Jack's mental vulnerabilities and failings have been uncovered by his nagging wife, and he reacts with a mixture of embarrassment, possession, and projected rage.

With his clairvoyant eyes and senses, Danny "shines" on Jack's perverse terrorization of Wendy. His deranged father poses sneering, sarcastic questions about their maladjusted family and "what should be done" about their son. Wendy admits that there may be a problem, and Danny should be taken to a doctor. Jack accuses her of being self-centered and blind to his own responsibilities and commitments at the Overlook:

Jack: ...I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done with Danny. And I'd like to know what they are.
Wendy: (sputtering with fear) I think maybe he should be taken to a doctor.
Jack: You think maybe he should be taken to a doctor.
Wendy: Yes.
Jack: When do you think maybe he should be taken to a doctor?
Wendy: As soon as possible.
Jack (imitating cruelly): As soon as possible.
Wendy: Yes. Please.
Jack: You believe his health might be at stake.
Wendy: Yes.
Jack: You are concerned about him.
Wendy: Yes.
Jack: And are ya concerned about me?
Wendy: Of course I am.
Jack: Of course you are. Have you ever thought about my responsibilities?
Wendy: Oh Jack. What are you talking about?
Jack: (worked up) Have you ever had a single moment's thought about my responsibilities? Have you ever thought for a single solitary moment about my responsibilities to my employers? Has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after the Overlook Hotel until May the first? Does it matter to you at all that the owners have placed their complete confidence and trust in me, and that I have signed a letter of agreement, a contract, in which I have accepted that responsibility? Do you have the slightest idea what a moral and ethical principle is, do you? Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future if I were to fail to live up to my responsibilities? Has it ever occurred to you? Has it?!

As he backs her up the stairs at the beginning of a prolonged stalking, she defensively swings the bat at him, wondering how to escape his homicidal, ferocious temper:

Wendy: (swinging the bat at him with short, chopping strokes) Stay away from me! I just want to go back to my room.
Jack: Why?
Wendy: Well, I'm very confused. I just need a chance to think things over.
Jack: You've had your whole f--king life to think things over. What good's a few minutes more gonna do you now?
Wendy: Stay away from me! Please! Don't hurt me!
Jack: I'm not gonna hurt ya. Wendy, darling. Light of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just gonna bash your brains in. I'm gonna bash 'em right the f--k in.
Wendy: Stay away from me! Don't hurt me!
Jack: I'm not gonna hurt you.
Wendy: Stay away from me! Please!
Jack: Stop swinging the bat.
Wendy: Stay away from me!
Jack: Put the bat down, Wendy.