Latest Developments, Casting Cindy and Raphael

I started promoting TPD about six weeks ago. I fell ill a month ago and now back on my feet with a vengeance.

The plan is to find the principle romantic leads first, the girl who will play Cindy and and the young man who will play Raphael. These roles, of course are highly critical to how the story is told. The auditions of those who would play Cindy or Raphael will be documented heavily in still pictures and on film and published on this blog. I will be looking for the chemistry between the two and how they naturally respond to each other.

Cindy, 17 or so, is has a model's face and figure, great legs. She is way too trusting, finding her self in testy situations from not looking before she leaps.

Raphael, early twenties, is drop dead good looking, quiet, pensive, Chappas right hand man in the drug trafficking trade. Once he falls for Cindy his thoughts begin to take on the long term significance. Must be able to speak with heavy Spanish accent and say some lines credibly in Spanish.

Contact me, Curt Newbury, directly (don't post your email or qualifications on this blog) at cnewbury@swbell.net with phone number and a link to your headshot.

Get involved with The Parson's Daughter... Send us your headshots or tell us about your crew skills.

Love someone 'cause they're good? Good because you love 'em?

Since 2002 I have been publishing websites. Here are some sites related to this movie project:

cindymodel.com
theparsonsdaughter.com
curtnewburystudios.com

twitter.com/theparsonsd
twitter.com/cindymodel
twitter.com/cnewbnews

I have written a screenplay called The Parson's Daughter. It's main character is inspired by Cindy, but not her story. Some of the premises are taken from real life but the truth in the story is in its composite of how people -family, friends, employers, teachers, preachers, the media and photographers like me- position themselves around someone truly special to extract for themselves the most possible from her to bolster their egos, justifications, and pocketbooks. All under the ruse: "I do it all for her."

It's hard to separate the empty self-serving praise from the genuine. One can walk away from the confusion or exploit the exploiters or seek reality in alternative lifestyles, the attraction to those who don't have so much praise or smarm..

Ah, the beautiful sadness of inking up, puncturing, piercing, the thug life, the drug life, the bikers, and wannabe outlaws who still live with their mothers.