The Birth of Kody Scott

The Birth of Kody Scott

A week into the boot camp training sessions, I started to do my research. I had to invent and create my character “Kody”. I had meetings with the script writers, casting scouts, the production team, producers and directors to get an idea into the world of “Kody Scott”. So the first thing I did was gather up all his attributes and all the information I could and wrote it all down. A hit man, a heavy drinker, ex mobster, gambler, sex addict, cigar smoker, charming, charismatic, womanizer, survivor, etc, etc and I also thought to add a little bit of me, cheeky and mischievous, put them into a blender, press max speed and see what comes out. First and foremost he is a bad ass, a hit man and mobster, so I looked into the dark world of mobsters. The mafia. Man it’s a fucked up world these people live in. They live a jekel and hyde lifestyle. From very glamorous and family oriented to extremely brutal and violent. No in between. So I sat and watched movies and TV shows that I thought would be linked to “Kody’s” attributes and personality. Everything from The God Father to The Sopranos. Californication to How I met your Mother. “Kody” was slowly being born. Now I had to figure out his personality. So again I wrote down all of his traits. Happy, easy going, funny, loving, caring, honest, cheeky and mischievous, everything sugary, and then I added the spice. Charming, charismatic, womanizer, drinker, gambler, sex addict, bad boy. It was time to get out the magic blender again, max speed....hmm, yum yum very tasty. Almost there. Two days after I had finished boot camp, the production team had organized some road trips for me. Male bonding, boy’s toys and field trips. Toot toot, all aboard the krazzy train, first stop sleazeville. I went from top class strip clubs, to dirty, treacherous fuck dens. Damn life can be tough. So there I was, sitting at the bar drinking and watching. Drinking because I wanted too, watching because I had to....or vice versa. You can decide that one. The top class strip clubs are just like a night club, both men and women go there, drink, dance and have a good time, plus the added bonus of sexy girls taking of all their clothes on stage and dance around poles...hmm like I said, just like a night club. Now the other end of the scale, dirty, treacherous fucks dens. I needed lots and lots of booze to enter these places. In these sleaze holes, for $20 bucks, the drug fucked crack whores will fuck you right at the table you are sitting at. So I made sure I had $100 bucks on me...hahaha only joking, it was $40 bucks. Joking.  When boot camp had finished for the day, i would go home, shower then head into sleazeville for a few hours. Bar hop, start at the top, then spiral down to the bottom, just sit back and watch. Watch the people, get a feel for the atmosphere and of course watch the girls get naked. Mmmm.....naked girls, oops my bad. Next stop on the krazzy train was Gun town. The production team had organized for me to go to a pistol club and learn to shoot real guns. Now this was awesome fun. The power that some of these fuckings things have is krazzy. Just holding a real fucking hand gun in your hands is a powerful experience, but then when you aim and shoot, that is fucking insane. I got to shoot a .38 police issue pistol all the way up to the awesome 9mm berretta hand gun. This is just too insane for words. So every morning I would spend at the pistol club, learning how to control and shoot these brutes, then the afternoons at the strip clubs. “Kody Scott” was born and was learning at a very fast rate. Almost time to unleash “Kody” into the world. Just one more thing was required....!!!

Coming up in the next blog........The Field Trip

It scared the fuck out of me; maybe it will do the same to you....so stay tuned..!

the train wreck @ boot camp....ME

Preparation Begins....

The train wreck @ boot camp....ME.

From the day I got the role, the production team had organized everything that was need for me to prepare for the role of my character “Kody Scott”. Sunday night around 8pm I received a phone call from a guy named Keith Russell (not his real name) telling me that I had to attend boot camp @ 5am Monday morning. For the next 2 weeks straight. My first thoughts were....”boot camp..fuck off”...followed by...”5am start...why don’t you just bend me over and fuck me now”. My brain and body just don’t function that early, but knowing it was for the movie so I agreed. What I stupid fucker I am! Anyway, I had to meet him in upper Ferntree gully, the base of the Dandenong rangers at the 1000 steps. So there I was, cold, it was dark, my brain and body still in la la land when he appeared out of the darkness. Right then I knew I was fucked. I’m going to be in a world of pain. This mother fucker is a piece of work, 6ft 4 gorilla, muscles on muscles, ex drill sergeant for the army, so the thoughts I had of smashing him over the head with a rock, or running over him with my car vanished quickly because the rock would break into little pieces and my car would be trashed if it hit him. So I had to suck it up and just do what I could, or until I came up with another plan to stop him..Hahaha. So first thing was to go up and down the 1000 steps as quick as I could. This krazzy assed dude was at me the whole way up. In my face, yelling stuff at me, which I have no idea what he was saying due to the pain that had taken over.  By the time I had climbed up the 1000 steps, then all the way back down again, my legs and lungs were exploding and the coffee and redbull that I had just consumed before was now coming back out of me like a fountain. Fuck...and the training had only just began. Next was the exercise routine. 20 push ups 5 times, the same with sit ups, squats, stomach crunches, star jumps, jumping leg tucks, then do 1 of each all combined together 20 times. Then I had to lie down on the ground and only using my arms, I had to crawl 50 metres, then back again. I must admit, there was a lot of swearing from me, directed at Keith, mixed in with death threats, but he didn’t bat an eye...krazzy bastard. Once the session was over all I wanted to do was curl up and die, right there, in the forrest of the Dandenong rangers, in the cold....I really didn’t care. I couldn’t even imagine walking the 20 metres to where my car was parked. Let alone getting in the car and driving the fucking thing. But I did and all I wanted was to get home and die in bed, but my luck has never worked that way. Halfway home I got a phone call asking me to attend a meeting in Richmond. Give me a break goddamnit. Apart from the meetings, the training session went for 2 weeks straight, every fucking day. And with each day, a new plan was schemed by me to kill this krazzy, hard assed fucker, but as each day passed I knew there was no chance in completing my objective. This guy is one tough mofo. Apart from doing boot camp, I had to get in a boxing ring and spar with this fucking killing machine. Normally I have a kiss and cuddle before I’m fucked, but there was none of that here. All I could think about was all the abuse I had yelled at him and now he was shaping up to tear me apart. So there I stood, in the ring, boxing gloves on, head gear, mouth guard in, maybe a little bit of poo and wee in my pants, and on the other side, the psychotic gorilla with boxing gloves, and that was it. No head gear, no mouth guard, grunting and staring at me. FUCK. So the cheekiness takes over me and I turn around, pull my pants down and moon him. Wiggling my lilly white ass and said “come and kiss my ass”. After I woke up a minute or so later, I thought to myself, maybe that was not the right thing to do. But it did make him laugh. After 3 x 3minute rounds, I was begging for death. After the boxing session, I was off to a swimming session. A few laps but the rest of the hour was a cool down recovery session. So for 2 weeks my days were filled with boot camp, boxing and swimming, followed by a few meetings here and there. Once the 2 weeks was up, my hell was over. Although, I did manage to get a few punches in during the boxing sessions, made me feel a little better.

Coming up in the next blog....The Research starts...!

away we go

All right, it’s time to start the ride now, so please take your seats. I advise you to keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times. If you have a pacemaker, a heart condition, weak stomachs or strict morals, I suggest you people just back away now. I hope those who remain enjoy the ride.

Ok, let’s see how this goes shall we.

About 5 months ago, I applied for a role in a movie called “the temperature’s rising”. I actually applied for 3 characters...1 was a mafia mobster, another was a detective and the other was a hit man, which was all I knew about the characters at the time. So I emailed the production company with my comp card (acting resume) and just left things be. 2 months later I received an email from my agent asking me to attend an audition a few days later. So I didn’t have much time to study a dialog piece for me to act out. So I just went there and did a piece from a movie called “boiler room” which I had used before for other auditions. If you have never been to an audition, let me just give you a run down on how they work. You sit outside a room until they call your name, then you go in, hand them your comp card, now depending on who, what, when and where, you will be asked to go stand in the centre of the room, directly in front of a camera with lots of people standing and sitting behind the camera, watching a screen as you do your thing. Nerves are a fucker to deal with at the best of times, but acting out a scene in front of people you don’t know is krazzy shit. You may be asked a few short questions, and then asked what dialog you will be doing but that’s about all the talking and communication that is done. Once you do your part, you say thank you and just leave. No one speaks, nothing, fucking silence and that alone fucks with your heads. Then you are contacted by your agent with a yes or no. So, there I was, sitting outside this room, shitting my pants, trying not to look nervous but failing miserably, when my name was called. Holy fuck, here I go. Once I walked in, everyone was just talking amongst themselves, so I walked up to where they were, handed them my comp card. They asked what part I was auditioning for, and honestly, I had no fucking idea, so off the top of my head I said the detective. Nobody seemed to give a shit or take any interest in what I was doing, so I did my part and left. About a week later I got a call from my agent and was told they wanted me to come back again for another audition and a chat. Wooohoooo....that’s a good sign....right? I hope so. This time it was in the production office of the Fremantle media group. They said they liked what they saw, but wanted me to audition for the role of the hit man “Kody Scott”. Then they asked me to do a cold read, which is when they hand you a script with the character and scene they want you to act out, and without any practice. FFFUUUCCCKKK...that is scary. They gave me only five minutes to read what they wanted me to do. So I did what I could, in the short time I was given. Again, nothing was said and I just left. 2 days later I got a call from my agent, telling me I got the part....holy fuck....yeah babyJ. It’s rather a strange process that you go through after all this, lots and lots of phone calls back and forth between my agent and the production team. Meetings were set up in coffee shops, at lunches, dinners, even drinking sessions at strip clubs, just to discuss what they would like the character to be, what they wanted me to do to prepare for the role.

Coming up in the next blog..............The adventure continues.......what I have done to prepare for the role as Kody Scott. Boot Camp Training, Boxing and Swimming. STAY TUNED.