Many moons ago, I was working as an associate producer on a documentary film. It was the most bizarre time in my life, that year. Needless to say, at one point, I attended a casting call here, looking for several parts. The only thing comparable to being a filmmaker with money in hand at a casting call is being a frat bull with«jungle juice» in hand during sorority rush. People flock to you, flirt with you, try to make you laugh, tell you sob stories, happy stories, are rude… just to win you over. I’ve never left anywhere feeling so sad about the state of Philadelphia arts in my life. This is a tough city to be an actor. What’s more, while the company sending me was legitimate — with the boring business cards, letterhead, and mission statements to prove it, I’m pretty sure 75% of the other casting directors/producers during this walking meat-market were working for the adult industry. The cologne and tube tans were THICK. In all seriousness, if you needed actors… go here for one of these calls. If you want to be an actor in this city, realize that that’s harder to do than be a gangster rapper from Maine. P. S. I was not engaged in any Greek Life… I’m imagining.