tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089056645307301122011-07-28T11:27:11.572-07:00Here you will find information, trends and observations on the voice over/acting industry from Bruce Carey of Voices Carey.Voices Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16711015310129715099noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908905664530730112.post-76249165511597966972010-03-29T09:18:00.000-07:002010-03-29T09:38:05.872-07:00Isn't voice over just reading words on a page? Nope. I can get anyone on the street to read words on a page for me. I’m looking for something more. Oral interpretation. It’s voice acting. A very specialized skill set. It requires talent, training, directability, an ear and imagination.<br /><br />Now you might say acting is acting. Film. Stage. Video. But it’s a little different in a soundproof isolation booth. We’re working with a lot of layers here, like text and subtext which yields emotional color, plot development, character development, pacing, energy, etc.<br /><br />The real process is internal. It’s never just about words on a page. Because without your unique interpretation what do you have? Black words on a white page. An empty voice. It’s two dimensional. Do they make special glasses for movies in 2D? I don’t think so. Because two dimensions are flat. No emotional depth.<br /><br />Do you want to live in black and white? Or color? We move through a scene, adding emotional and psychological color to the stark black and white words on the page. Adding that third dimension of emotional depth. And if you’re not, I don’t want to hear it. It bores me.<br /><br />My movie analogy isn’t by accident. It’s cinematic. Nothing less. I see it on the movie screen in my mind. If I’m doing my job right, I completely forget I’m in a sound booth and I’m transported to another place. Maybe another country, another time. One thing’s for sure. I don’t think I’m just a guy standing in a soundproof booth, barking words into a chunk of metal.<br /><br />If the scene takes place in a restaurant, when I walk into the voice booth, I see and feel the atmosphere. I hear the sound of the knives and forks hitting the plates. I smell the garlic, I see the single red carnation in the little glass vase, the candle on the table and the guy plying his date with food and drink. I hear the dude who’s had three too many telling that same story too loud. The two college students fixing the world’s problems over a glass of vino. These sights and sounds are just the starting point. That feeds my imagination. And my imagination becomes my eyes.<br /><br />This is the real work. Using my imagination to filter the words on the page through my thoughts and feelings, then projecting it on the screen in my mind. Creating a scene. Something intriguing, funny or warm. Something compelling.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908905664530730112-7624916551159796697?l=voicescarey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Voices Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16711015310129715099noreply@blogger.com0