Personal details
- Height: 5′ 11″ (1.80 m)
- Professions: Actor, Producer, Writer
Tomas Boykin grew up in Philly—yeah, that Philly—the one with the cheesesteaks and way too much attitude. His dad jammed as a musician, his mom kept the home front covered, and Tomas? He was that kid doing school plays before he even hit double digits. Turns out, having artsy teachers who moonlit in the city’s theatre scene didn’t hurt, either. Add a healthy dose of parental support, and, well, you get a kid who thought acting in school productions was just the next logical step. By the time college rolled around (he actually went pre-law, believe it or not), his resume was already stacked: “A Chorus Line,” “Finians Rainbow,” “Oklahoma,” the list goes on. He didn’t just stick to Philly, either. Tomas hustled through both the NYC and Philly theatre circuits—children’s theatre, community stuff, park shows, dinner theatre, you name it. Off Broadway? Been there, done that. He even jumped into the wild world of NYC short films—experimental, offbeat, just the kind of thing that keeps an actor on his toes. Eventually, he landed in LA, thanks to an Actors Equity lottery, but the grind never stopped. The guy’s been in everything: originated a role in “Passing” at Towne Street Theatre, played Crooks in “Of Mice and Men” in Burbank, and racked up screen credits from cult horror to SXSW darlings. TV? He’s popped up on everything from “Parenthood” to “How To Get Away with Murder.” Dude’s a lifer—always moving, always working, always finding the next story to tell.
Son of the late Thomas Boykin, a bass guitarist who lit up the stage with Slim Curtis and The Famous Exotics back when the Sound of Philly ruled. Seriously, these guys were tearing it up in clubs, leaving crowds hypnotized by those groovy R&B and jazz riffs. Thomas had this insane knack for making the bass basically talk, you know? The Exotics weren’t just another band—they were legends in their own right, riding that Philly soul wave straight through packed dance halls and smoky lounges. Folks still spin their records and swear no one ever played quite like him. There’s this whole legacy tied to the Boykin name—music ran through their veins like electricity. Even now, when you hear those old tracks, you can feel the vibe, the sweat, the soul. The son’s got big shoes to fill, no question, but with that bloodline, who knows what’s next?
Here’s the thing: this movie’s all about that clash between art and the cold, hard world of business. You’ve got this main guy—he’s not just painting for the sake of it, you know? He’s got his eye on the money, the deals, the reputation. He’s hustling, wheeling and dealing, trying to make his creative passion actually pay the rent. The story digs into what happens when you try to stay true to your vision, but can’t ignore the reality of needing cash and recognition. There’s tension, a bit of ego, and a whole lot of backroom drama. People get jealous, friendships get messy, and the line between selling out and selling art gets super blurry. Honestly, it’s a wild ride—full of sharp dialogue, clever twists, and a look at how brutal the art world can be when ambition and business crash into pure creativity. Not everyone gets out with their soul (or their bank account) intact.
5′ 11″ (1.80 m)
Konidela Ram Charan