FREDRIK SCHEIKE

Hola, olé and all that good stuff! I recently stumbled upon an old video that I had privately shared on YouTube, from one of our performances in class and decided to have a look, and a think. The scene itself was pretty well executed and I could really see that I enjoyed acting in it. It's definitely one of my favorite plays "Angels in America" and the writing is so powerful that the words literally crawl from the page, begging to be acted. But what really stood out to me is that we must never stop learning. As actors obviously, but as humans as well. If we stop to be curious about the world and stop wanting to learn more about all the wonderful things in it, we might as well just lie down and die. If we believe that our brain is finite and we put limits on ourselves, we bind ourselves to being content with the life we have. And I'm not saying be miserable, I'm saying strive and be hungry. What you have is beautiful, a beautiful opportunity to le...

A cool little tab just popped up, right around ^ there. Or even ^ like there? Anyways, I guess you'll notice that something is different. Yup, I collected all of my written material, at least my poetry, into a neat little tab! Not that it makes much difference from just pressing the label, but it looks cooler. I'll make a longer post in a little while! Don't be a stranger! Loves

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 ...