story to tell

once upon the other day i cold-read the lead for a screenplay-in-progress. it went excellently well because i literally a perfect fit for the role; i knew the director would audition me if/when it reach production. coupla weeks later director hail; she like me for it and will i audition on-camera?
absolutely no problem; i know i's the one. script read like she write the lead and the whole damn flim just for me. so i go in. great audition. i cry, make them cry, mash up the improv, mash up the dance. this role perfect for me; i know is mines. hadda be. which shoulda be my 1st clue, right; why i eh see was carnival medea and this love come back again? when i go learn it have no perfect fit for me?
so at the time i stupidly go about my life knowing i go get the call when time come because this role, this flim, make for me. right. she auditioning male leads. me+she done talk that we both think the same person make sense for male lead; in my opinion, strong male actors of a certain age pickings real slim here, but this one dude seem a sensible fit even if he eh necessarily prove himself a good actor yet (which i done tell he long time; too many here equate getting cast with being good and being different with being good, and that cycle of assumptions of talent dangerous). i knew he wanted it and we woulda work well together. he read+agreed. director love him for it, as expected. then outta the cut, the unexpected hit.
when i work, when i make/art/wuk, no matter the project, once i engaging it my goal is always to make the best product/ion possible, even if that affects my opportunity to do wha' i want on/for the project. onstage or on the page, i always trying to make the best product/ion i/we can. but this director, apparently she doh wuk so. after she audition and cast he as male lead (from among limited options, remember) she then cast somebody else as female lead even though we all know this person will come nowhere close to the wuk i woulda puddown, and strictly because, i shit you not, it most important to her that the male+female leads be of differing ethnicities and me+he are not. she would rather cast an inferior actor in spite of having access to better both in terms of talent and natural fit for the specific role, and do her story that injustice, than allow her lead actors to be the same ethnicity, even though we look nothing alike and are different types. the person she cast not believable as a dancer (massively important to story) even to nondancers, male lead included. i would never do my work that.
but the flim eh mines so it is what it is, which, like this love and carnival medea (now realise, because i doh come here to pong i may never have said what a hot fucking mess each was and maybe i should formally review, sometime) will be nowhere near as good as it coulda be. and after spending whole day on a shoot with same director for somebody else's project i mad vex; whole day in the back of my mind i jus' wanna oppose this woman under, how you could treat your wuk so?! but then, tha's the point, right? is she wuk, she script for she to direct as she see fit and who the fuck is me? if she find making statement about racial unity (not at all a theme in her story of differing personalities+lives coming together; race have no part, isn't mentioned and this just about the visual of different ethnicities coming together) more important than making the best flim possible from her idea, who's me to say no?
so i vent here, recognise the reminder that casting often have nutting to do with talent, continue wuk on my own scripts where creating+telling the best story in the best way possible is wha' matter, and tell meself, one day one day congotay...wha' is to is must to is, ent?
make/art/wuk. always.
walk good.