This is something I wrote back on February 3rd 2005.
“Well, Blood Vermington. Seems you’ve botched up another, haven’t you? The Slovaks are crawling down my neck. The Hungarians, breathing down my back. And the Poles would like to know why two of their best operatives were found glued to the Trinity Bell in Town Square, naked. Now I will not swallow the tarny for you this time. The King and Queen want answers and they want them yesterday. This is on your head, Blood! Continue reading Blood Vermington
When you click the page scroll down to Brand Management. This is a short film by Anna Hurkarobles. I play a freelance design consultant named Louis.
A Mudd Jeans commerical I was in that aired on MTV. It’s kind of sexist, in that the only office contact this lady (wearing Mudd Jeans) has, is a potential sexual partner. Oh, well. That partner is me!
Torn Parachutes from Allen Tullos on Vimeo.
I play the guy, who’s in love with the other guy, and fights the best friend (who’s also in love with the other guy).
In an effort to compose a reel I’ve had to track down a couple of performances I’d rather not look back on. Albeit small, here is another role on the show Big Wolf on Campus. The series is a direct spin-off of the MIchael J. Fox film entitled Teen Wolf. The episode is “That Swamp Thing You Do,” and my characters name is Woody.
As you can see, from the last two characters, I was subject to type casting. Soon after, I booked yet another role where I played a “weird” guy, and shortly after that I cut my hair.
I wish I had it back.
This is from the second season of this ‘Saved by the Bell’ Canadian spin-off. It is entitled “Detention,” and I play the role of Samford Kaminski.
The guy at my deli watched me walk in and walk out of his store. He’s changed things. There is a salad bar. The doors are now modern floor to ceiling glass. The sign is no longer scribbled on black, but bright white. He watched me walk out of his store and smiled saying “Okay, boss,” and I detoured down the road to the pizza place not twenty yards down. I ordered a pepperoni pizza and a cannoli (no chocolate chips). I looked behind me and saw a girl in a booth. She had black marks all the way up her leg and her hands and elbows were stained in black. It seemed she had been run over by a car. Her boyfriend dumped a plate of mushroom pizza in front of her—which did nothing but sit there—as he dug into his all dressed, deep dish. She leaned her head against the brick wall. Continue reading I’m thirty four