man sitting next to him... John.
fucking. Bullock. Sandra’s father!
“Scott and I just looked at each
other with our mouths hanging
to the floor,” she recalled. “I was
like, ‘Sir, you’re not going to be-
lieve this’” and she proceeded
to tell him about her story and
her desire to have Sandra in the
leading role. The very charming
gentleman, responded in calm
panicked southern accent, “I
can’t hear anything! You have to
go through Sandy’s agent. If you
tell me your story and then San-
dy ends up doing a film that’s
similar, we can get sued.”
Without Sandra, the part fell to
Linda herself, which wasn’t a bad
thing. She not only knew the
script, she had lived it, and she
wouldn’t have to be paid or wor-
ry about an actor quitting a role
shot over a two year period. But
she made Russin promise her
that if he thought she sucked,
they’d get someone else. After a
couple of scenes, Russin looked
up from the monitor, “Holy shit,
Linda, you can act!”
Robin U. Russin, Director of When I Sing
NJ STAGE - ISSUE 47
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