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Ep 1, The Fallout – Monday, June 6th
Ep 2, The Meeting – Monday, June 13th
Ep 3, The Interview – Monday, June 20th
Ep 4, The Advice – Monday, June 27th
Ep 5, The Realization – Monday, July 4th
Ep 6, The Decision – Monday, July 11th
Ep 7 pt.1, The Woods – Monday, July 18th
Ep 7 pt.2, The Woulds – Monday, July 25th

Co-starring the lovely and talented April Green. Special guest appearances by producers Keith Opatovsky and Patsy Tomkins, with Adrian Colbert and Kristy Benckhuysen. This episode was directed by handsome man Darren Borrowman.

And as a bonus,  check out a special behind the scenes video about two very special scenes in the new episode after the jump. It’s all kinds of erotic. Enjoy!

“Acting is hard. And acting like you love Andrew Menzies must be really hard.”
-Andrew Menzies

Produced by the outstanding Jenny Wilkinson of Redbud Films. (PS- Happy belated birthday, Jenny!)

Ep 1, The Fallout – Monday, June 6th
Ep 2, The Meeting – Monday, June 13th
Ep 3, The Interview – Monday, June 20th
Ep 4, The Advice – Monday, June 27th
Ep 5, The Club – Monday, July 4th
Ep 6, The Decision – Monday, July 11th
Ep 7 pt.1, The Woods – Monday, July 18th
Ep 7 pt.2, The Woulds – Monday, July 25th

Season 2 has more episodes, looks better and is waaaaaay funnier than season 1. Bob and Andrew are joined by Lauren Martin, April Green and Tom Belding as guest stars this season.

The season was directed by Darren Borrowman and Keith Opatovsky. Patsy Tomkins lended her hand as Line Producer for us as well.

Season Schedule:

Ep 1, The Fallout – Monday, June 6th
Ep 2, The Meeting – Monday, June 13th
Ep 3, The Interview – Monday, June 20th
Ep 4, The Advice – Monday, June 27th
Ep 5, The Club – Monday, July 4th
Ep 6, The Decision – Monday, July 11th
Ep 7 pt.1, The Woods – Monday, July 18th
Ep 7 pt.2, The Woulds – Monday, July 25th

In our last behind the scenes look at season 2, we talk to Keith Opatovsky and Darren Borrowman about switching off as director from episode to episode. Look forward to episodes 3 and 4 of season 2, directed by Keith.

Thanks as always to Redbud Films for producing these behind the scenes docs.

In that case, fly at ‘er.

But how close are these characters the real gentleman themselves? Our intrepid behind the scenes documentarian, Jenny Wilkinson set to find out just that:

Our second behind the scenes teaser delves into some of the differences between season one and season two. Check back every week until June 6 for new BTS videos!

This first episode takes us back to when we first imagined of world where Bob and Andrew existed. Well, another more comedic world anyway.

I do not make any qualms nor hold  any reservations about my thespian prowess or lack thereof. I admire the craft. I respect it. Marlon Brando, Robert De Niro, John Cazale, Jude Law… long have these men been my heroes of stage and sound.

When we finished filming season one of the acclaimed webbernet comedy spectacle “Bob & Andrew” (I play Andrew), I told my writing partner/confidant/holder of my power-of-attorney Robert “Bob” Woolsey that I was finished with acting.

“I’ve retired,” I blurted between swigs of celebratory ale on that cold November morning, “So fuck you and your fucking show!”

Bob was patient with me, and after the success of those first five episodes, I decided perhaps the world was ready for more of my astounding performances. Bob offered an expected “I told you so,” and then slapped me around a bit.

Playing one’s self is not an easy task. “Andrew” of the webseries is very different that the “Andrew” you’d meet, say, outside of a Denny’s at three am on a Tuesday, haphazardly looking for his lighter on the pavement only to discover it was in his hand the whole time. While we do share certain traits- uncertainly, neurosis, timidness, prone to violence, hunger- there are several key differences.

Andrew the Character is naive, confused, but nevertheless good-natured. He puts his friends’ and others’ feelings above his own. Andrew the Human has given up on love, and has recently put a down-payment on a border-town shanty in south Texas where he will live out his days drinking alone at a bar and cursing the government. He may also begin a pirate radio station that plays exclusively big band music.

Andrew the Human enjoys scarves. Andrew the Character hates scarves because they murdered his family.

Andrew the Character- while a sometimes stupid blowhard- is infinitely loyal to Bob. It may surprise you to learn that Andrew the Human and Bob the Human have hated each other since they met and continue working together out of pure respect for how the other handles himself at the blackjack table.

It can be a strange thing, portraying a version of yourself in hyper-realistic scenarios scripted sometimes based upon true life events and people. I find that the best way to decompress after a hard day of playing Andrew the Character is to write the word “bastard” over and over in what I’ve called my “happy thoughts” notebook, until the mescaline kicks in and I drift in to a warm stupor scored by Bob Dylan outtakes on the record player and my own screaming inside thoughts.

Over the summer of 2010, when our little troupe of gungho filmmakers set out to create our first feature film, “Do Something With Your Life”, I was in my comfortable role as the scribe. Being that I lack upper-body strength, general intelligence and motivation, my on-set duties were minimal. Sure, I set up a few lights, hauled gear, even manned the boom-mic for a few takes before I was asked to go away, but I’ll never claim my work over those eight weekends was gruelling. I mainly I smoked a lot of cigarettes are told dirty jokes between beer runs with our divine producer Keith Opatovksy. (Keith is a wonderful man whom one day I hope to go fishing with.)

Oh yeah, and I watched people. A lot.

The thing about real actors is they know how to act. I relished my chance to observe several of our key actors as they set-out to inhabit a character they would be portraying for the better part of a solstice.  I asked questions. “What do YOU think your character is feeling right now?” I offered insight. “I don’t think your character gives a shit about dogs.” And I listened. “Yeah, I know we’re running in to lunch but I have no motherfucking control on either when lunch is or what we’re doing before lunch that would cause it to be delayed so back off!”

But mostly I watched, paying close to attention to what real actors do to prepare for the juicy hot spicy roles I cook up for them. But I didn’t take any notes. So here’s a list of funny bullshit I made up in lieu of facts.

7 ACTING TIPS:

1. Peppering your character’s dialogue with the odd expletive gives him or her a sense of mystery and danger.
2. When in doubt, look away from the other actor. It makes your character seem contemplative, worldly.
3. The craft services table is there to provide you with meals for at least the next three days. Bring a large suitcase, bribe some of the staff. You can have juiceboxes and apples for God damned days!
4. If ever you think someone is looking at you, stop what you’re doing, grab your script, flip to any page and write the sentence “Wayne Gretzky ate the last piece of cake.” Simply close up the script and set it aside. It’ll make you smart.
5. Shower twice daily. Once for you, once for your co-stars.
6. If you didn’t learn your lines and someone calls you on it, start to cry and tell them your father died and you got the call on the way to set. That will teach them to mind their own fucking business.
7. If you’re going to drink on set, make it vodka. Colourless AND odourless. Friggin’ science, man.

If I could summarize my thoughts into a single sentence of ten to fourteen words then I would not have spent the better part of an hour forcing this word-fuck of joy out of my hands and face. But if there’s one thing I want you to take away from this, one thought or idea I think is most important, it is this:

Acting is hard. But not as hard as firefighting. Firefighters are heroes. Actors are cool too but they’re not firefighters. Also, cops suck.

Good day and good ACTING to you all!

(Season two is going well. No one has died or being set aflame yet. Thanks to Patsy Tomkins for the stills.)

You may recognize these two fine gentlemen from their work on season one of our acclaimed web series, “Bob & Andrew”. Darren directed the first five episodes, in addition to numerous other sketches posted over the years. Keith is our stalwart producer; handsome, rugged, brave. They’re two of our best pals and collaborators, and today, we’re happy to give you a sneak preview for what’s in store in season two of “Bob & Andrew”.

You can follow them both on Twitter – @dborrowtime (Darren) and @Opamatic (Keith)

Season one got some great reviews from The Georgia Straight, Web Series Today and The Watch List. Production is underway on seven brand new episodes. We’re looking forward to sharing the new material with you this spring!

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Illustrated by Alan Sung.

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Directed by Darren Borrowman

Starring Bob Woolsey, Andrew Menzies and Lauren Martin.

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Directed by Darren Borrowman

Starring Bob Woolsey, Andrew Menzies, Lauren Martin & Aaron Brooks

The third part in our three part series (See the first one here and the second one here).

Starring:

Wade Fennig
Marcel Perro
Ryan Tapping
Alex Dafoe

Published by Harper-Collins, “Storm’s A-Comin’” chronicles Mr. Woolsey’s life as an extreme weather-chaser as he criss-crosses Canada in search of high pressure systems as well as low pressure systems. Here’s what critics and peers are saying:

“‘Storm’s A-Comin’” is an absolute must-read if you’ve got a face, brain and balls.”
-Andrew Menzies

“This is totally a book.”
-James Marsden (X-Men 2)

“The cover is nice.”
-Neil Young (acclaimed Canadian singer-songwriter speaking about another publication)

“The paper is of cheap quality. If you add beeswax, you can roll marijuana cigarettes with it. Fuck off Dorothy, I’m on the phone!”
Terry Joseph Wharburton (bobandandrew.com Podcast Producer)

We are proud to present chapter 16 in its entirety.

Chapter 16: Night Falls

It had been two days since Hurricane Marcus touched down in rural New Brunswick. Dr. Edith Harding sent a frantic early-morning email requesting immediate help. In my haste I forgot to don my long johns. As I sat on that red-eye flight to the Dieppe airport, I mused that the error could lead to my downfall.

Edith was a brute of a woman: six feet tall, two-eighty, two-ninety, maybe even three hundred pounds of Anglo-Saxon woman. She was however lean and muscular, with an eight-pack of abs and forearms that could rip your dick clean off. “Brick shit-house” doesn’t even begin to describe her, whom with a rattle in the saddle was inevitable. It was a common occurrence, both hurricanes in the maritime region of the great nation of Canada, as well as Edith’s penchant to jump my bones immediately after a storm had passed. Our relationship parallelled the gale force winds we both lusted for. This was a fact I reminded myself of as we touched down in Dieppe; a city which I can only describe as vaguely resembling Tehran, though abundantly white.

I wondered if I had made a mistake some years ago as a young lad at meteorology school. Buxom, proud, and drunk, I took Edith on as a project, for at the time I had never been with an older woman. She was kind, forgiving and above all else, a teacher in the lessons of fucking. But father time had not been kind to Edith; the scars on her face reminded the both of us of a dozen chased storms. A dozen chased dreams. And one terrible international incident.

Nipping at over-salted cashews and cursing the airline’s lack of an in-flight moving picture, I thought back to the last time I saw Edith. The perils of the situation far outweighed the night of passion that followed.

October 1996. A boat of Tamil Tigers had landed north of the 49th parallel. I was paged to investigate, an obvious mistake as I had no diplomatic or educational background dealing with jungle terrorism. I knew that whoever made the call mistook my name on the Canadian Nation Registry of Emergency Response Technicians and Advisors (CNRERTA) for that of Robert James Wolski, a renowned scholar of civil disputes. Nevertheless I was up for a challenge, eager to prove to I was loyal to parliament.

She met me at the dock, hair damp from a light rain. Or maybe she was sweating profusely. Either way, it was nice to see a familiar face. She made a joke about the weather. It wasn’t funny, though I forced a grunt as I turned my attention to the black man standing nearby: Col. Hal McMaster, former Navy SEAL and current MENSA member, was charged with the task of leading an attack team onto the vessel in which the Tamils were camped. Col. McMaster feared they were ready to breach our shores at a moment’s notice, and he wanted me to document the siege. I had to think quickly to convince the Colonel that I was indeed Robert Wolski, 57 year old terrorism expert with a lisp and bad hip. Edith caught on to my ruse immediately, and I though I always thought of her as kind of a mongol, she didn’t break my cover.

Col. McMaster gave me a rifle: an M16 semi-automatic with a laser sight and 16x scope. I nearly wet myself. Perhaps my dream of committing murder without consequence was about to come true.

What happened next is a source of controversy among diplomats and political leaders. But I was there. I tasted the sweat, the blood. All I can do is tell you what I saw. And believe me, bub. I saw a God damn lot.

As soon as my feet dropped down from the circling helicopter’s rappel rope, I had to cower behind a drum of what I imagine contained some type of motor oil or cooking oil, as its smell was divine. Col. McMaster ordered smoke be deployed, and I watched, caressing my rifle, as the boat engulfed in fog. I could hear the footsteps. The shouting in another language. Shots range out. But I couldn’t SEE anything. Col. McMaster’s ALPHA TEAM leader Sgt. Victor Vicneiskcykiwei called out to fire at will. I stood up. I charged. Shouting curse words and spitting excrement from the tobacco chew I enjoyed at the time, I hoped I’d be home to see mum again. Things went black.

I awoke in a hospital bed, Edith at my side. I was handcuffed, morphine drip beeping like the sound of a thousand rainbows. I told Edith we had to leave immediately, as I was certain- whatever my actions- that the Gulag would surely be after me. I never trusted Euros. She obliged, using her brute strength to snap the cuffs clean off of me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t instantly aroused. It was then I noticed the fresh cuts on her face.

“Edith, what the Christ happened to your mug?” I sipped a last bite of morphine straight from the IV, threw on my trousers and began looking for a place to piss.

“Knife fight, my lovely,” she turned away, ashamed. “Do you still love me?”

I gave her a hard look and made a mental note to subtly suggest plastic surgery at some point in the future. A lot of surgery.

We went to a motel on the wrong side of town. All I wanted to do was sleep and think of a way out. But Edith seduced me with prescription painkillers and moonshine. We made love passionlessly. Like two robots. Back and forth. Swaying in the moonlight that crept in from the dirty motel window.

I felt nothing.

Final approach. Dieppe is on the horizon.

The rain was swaying sideways. After a sip, I tightened the top on my flask of double-distilled whiskey, said a prayer to a God I know is dead and rearranged my lower extremities.

Hurricane Marcus was going to be a motherfucker.

(“Bob Woolsey: Storm’s A-Comin” is available in paperback December 16th at all Coles, Chapters, and Shell gas stations across the pacific northwest.)

Happy birthday, Bob! You’re a real son of a gun!

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Illustrations by Alan Sung