Trevor Moore - Profile
Posted on 20. Apr, 2009 by Administrator in Profiles
by Brent Simon, photo by Robert Todd Williamson
Rubber-faced Trevor Moore is best known thus far as part of the New York-bred The Whitest Kids U Know, a comedy collective that got snapped up for their own show by IFC. That point of reference could be changing, though. Along with fellow “Whitest Kid” Zach Cregger, Moore recently made the leap to feature films as a writer-director-star of Miss March, about a virginal guy who wakes up from a four-year coma to discover his high school girlfriend is now a Playmate. With his hornball friend (played by Moore) urging him to finally partake of carnal knowledge, road trip shenanigans ensue as the pair scheme to crash a party at the Playboy Mansion. h Magazine caught up with Moore recently to talk of prosthetic genitals, explaining slang to Hugh Hefner, and the gamesmanship involved in going Greyhound.
h: You were born in Virginia and grew up there. How did your friends and family feel about you moving to L.A. while you were still a teenager?
Trevor Moore: They were supportive, because I’d always been really obsessed with comedy, and talking about going to New York or L.A. way before I was 18, so it wasn’t a surprise or anything. I was in L.A. a couple months, started doing stand-up at open mics, then went back to college for a year in Virginia. And during that year a producer who’d been traveling through the area [and seen] reruns of a public access show I’d done in high school wanted to pay me to do a higher-budget version of it for some PAX television stations that he had. So I left college and did that for a year. But they were a very conservative network, and the show really wasn’t.
h: That seems as good of a transition point as anything else to Miss March, since one of the characters is named Horsedick.MPEG, which, I have to tell you, I’m terrified to Google.
TM: (laughs) Well it’s an old classic video file from the beginning of the Internet. It’s probably exactly what you’re imagining. But we’ve ruined it, because now if you type in Horsedick.MPEG, stuff for the movie comes up.
h: On the audio commentary track for Step Brothers they talk with glee about the cost, I think $20,000, of manufacturing a prosthetic scrotum, and Miss March features a mangled-genital bit I confess I didn’t think I’d ever see. How many bids did you take for that prosthetic work?
TM: Because we shot during the writers’ strike and were one of the last things to get through, and since there wasn’t a lot of work going around, we had the make-up and props people from The Lord of the Rings. They brought their Oscars in one time, and we were like, “That’s cool, now make this guy not have any balls.” We had a stand-in come in for that, and I just remember that he was a schoolteacher, and was standing around [in] a robe all day, waiting for his genital-less shot.
h: Miss March is partially a road movie. Have you driven across the country?
TM: I haven’t, but I took a bus once, when I first came out to Los Angeles. Greyhound had a deal where $50 would get you anywhere in the country, so I bought a one-way ticket, and it’s interesting…because anyone taking a bus is usually running from something. They don’t want to put their name down on any sort of list, they want no paper trail. We got pulled over, and got searched for drugs at one point, and a drunk guy said he had a gun when he really didn’t. …You drive all through the night, stop once or twice a day to get food, and there’s this whole hierarchy [in which] everybody wants to get to the back seat, because if you can keep the seat beside you open you can lie down over the seats with no armrest. So whenever the bus stopped everyone had their own thing they’d do to try to make people not sit by them. Some people would put their bags on their seat. I’d talk to myself, just pretend to be a little crazy. But there was this other guy who would take out these Goth-y spiked collars and put them on, and then when we started driving again he’d take them off. You could tell who’d been on the bus the longest by how close they were (to the back seat), and around Arizona I got to the back; I finally had seniority.
h: How did you get Hugh Hefner to cameo in the film?
TM: Originally we tried to do it without Playboy’s involvement. We shot the movie with Robert Wagner as Hefner, because we were concerned about them changing things, we didn’t know how seriously they were going to guard their image. When you’re dealing with a company as iconic as that, you just don’t know. So we wrote what we wanted, shot it, and when we were done, the movie tested well all the way through until the end, when Wagner came out. Then there was this disconnect with the audience, because kids know who Hefner is, The Girls Next Door is very popular. So we went back to Playboy, kind of with our tail between our legs, showed them the movie and asked if they wanted to be involved. And luckily Hefner liked it, and wanted to play himself. And they didn’t have any note changes, other than wanting to add a scene with Sarah Jean Underwood, so there would be an actual Playmate in the film. That, and Hefner asked me what “busted” meant, and when I explained that it meant ugly, he said, “Is that what kids say, will they get that?” But I said, “Yeah, I think so,” and then he didn’t have a problem.
Bella
25. Apr, 2009
If you didn’t know who Trevor was, you’d think this writer was clueless too - especially as he refers to Moore as “rubber-faced”, then supplements the article with an image of a Greek god.
Yeah, that is Trevor Moore. Mmm mmm mmm.
Shellibelle
01. May, 2009
Hmmm… He’s a little pale to be a Greek God. But if he were a pool boy, I’d definitely buy a pool. Immediately.
The Muse
02. May, 2009
These comments are so sad - one motion picture bomb, and all the focus on Trevor Moore abruptly shifts to his face. He’s young yet; he’ll make mistakes. But the fact is, he’s still the same guy that made us convulse with laughter six weeks ago. I’m not saying he isn’t easy on the eyes. He certainly is. But give him credit for being more than just a fetching lad, would you please? View his entire body of work. Even those performances that aren’t swallow-your-tongue hilarious still heighten our perception of the world in some small way.
Shellibelle
07. May, 2009
Nobody said he wasn’t a brilliant comedian. He just happens to be absurdly hot. But on a related note, Robert Todd Williamson must be a brilliant photographer too. Most of the pictures seen online show Moore clowning it up, making goofy faces or flashing devil horns with his big hands. The photo above captures a beautiful, almost sad pensiveness in his eyes. Funny or not, there’s obviously much more to the guy than the uncontrollable urge to crack people up. This profile could have focused more on Moore as a person and less on the fact that he directed a “sex comedy” recently. Who’s even going to remember that next year at this time?
Madge
19. May, 2009
He’s a really pretty man.
zaynah
15. Jul, 2009
Very pretty man. Very funny aswell, love his works tbh!