FREDRIK SCHEIKE

I know I'm probably bound to grind someone's gears, but so be it because I decided to check out The Godfather Part 2 over the weekend, which has most certainly been a long time coming. And can I just say, wow, what a movie. The acting, the story, the shots, the details, the production. Bravo, bravo, bravo. But of course, everybody already knows that. If there was just one little flaw that I could be such a devil's advocate as to point out was the character of Hyman Roth, well, not so much the character, but the fact that I didn't believe a single thing coming out of the person's mouth. I couldn't put my finger on what it was, there was just something so artificial about the delivery that made it feel like it wasn't "in tone" with the film. Even though "bad guys" are bad, you're supposed to have some sort of empathy with them, but for me, it was the only character that I couldn't connect to. And then I looked at the cr

Just wanted to drop the link to my Acting reel here. Would be frigging amazing if you looked at it, dropped a comment/like and helped me to propel my career forward. (And also help me become the number 1 video when you search for "Scheike" (and not my unfortunate and unrelated namesake) on YouTube.) I appreciate the support! The 2015 edition will be cut together shortly! Don't be a stranger! Loves

PHEW! Compiling everything, and making sure everything is up to date is a CHORE! Well, anywho, to begin with, I've now merged my two old blogs, "fredriks swärje" and "the deeper end" into this blog. Just to have a more centralized view of everything I've ever thought necessary to publish. I've also updated my profiles all over my social networks and in the margin to the right ---> you can now find a compiled list of where you can find me in the crazy tangle of information. Hit me up on one, or all of the networks listed! I'm trying my best to keep everything up to date! Don't be a stranger! Loves

I can't remember writing about this before, but I know for a fact that I've talked to a multitude of people about it, because I find it really interesting, and definitely one of the most beautiful pieces of poetry/theatre ever written. Macbeth, or the Scottish play, by Shakespeare, is probably the only one of his plays that I've read, front to back, without being able to put it down. It captured me from the beginning and I could not stop. Everything spoke to me, I didn't even need to look up words because it just made sense. The reason I read it in the first place was because of an assignment in school where we had been given an extract from one of the title person's monologues. And it went like this: " To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a

Feeling at home. Feeling at ease. Where is the place where you relax and feel most comfortable? I've been able to put "my tent pole" down in various countries, different continents and in a multitude of cities. And I've left a little piece of my heart in every single place. The memories one create, the connections and habits that form part of your every day life in a new place also form part of who you are as a person. Isn't it strange and beautiful at the same time that one can travel and far away from what is known from the beginning, and still feel so at home? My longer travels abroad from Sweden started at the age of 17 when I went to live a whole scholarly year in France, then when I was 20 I moved to London for a period of 6 months. After that, I spent 9-10 months in Vancouver and later a whole year in New York and 2 in Los Angeles. And now I've completed my first year in Madrid, Spain. I arrived one week and a year ago. Incredible. I st

"Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I abide-- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.     Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,     For thee, and for myself, no quiet find."   One of my favorite of the multitude of Shakespeare's Sonnets, this is number 27. As in Sonnet 27, not my 27th favorite. It was given to me in class in a moment, and I've remembered it ever since. One could remember worse things, that's for sure, but sure is that this sonnet marked me. I also leave you with one of the most beautiful songs I'

I feel really good that I've been really getting into writing lately. It's always been a huge part of my life and I've loved to put down words on pages. Not only with the blog, but I'm also currently motivated with a project that we're going to shoot in September. It's a script, based on a play that N wrote a bunch of years ago. It started out as a pure adaptation, but has more and more evolved into it's own little thing, based on what she has written. But by no means taking away from her idea and her originality. I've already had one meeting with a person that I really get along great with who I want on board as an assistant director. Since I will be writing, directing, acting and producing I really need some help, and I only want N and the other actors to be acting. It's a true challenge for me since, scatterbrain-me, normally is all over the place. In between yesterday and today I've already finished a second and a third revision and