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Sometimes I’d review the third episode with an actor – no director present.
On the occasion of the uniform episode, I’d invited Ross Kemp.
I gave him sugared coffee and my most comfortable chair. I turned the TV towards him so the screen wouldn’t flare with the sun finding gaps in the BBC blinds.
We watched in parallel and, apart from my scribbling and his laboured breathing, in silence.
A silence broken as the scissors sliced the khaki.
For a moment, I thought the sound guys had gone overboard with stereo effects. But no - in my right ear I had Grant sobbing on the marital bed and in my left ear Ross sobbing in my comfortable chair.
The actor had been overwhelmed by his own performance.
“Am I really as good I as I think I am?” he asked, shaking the tears from his big round eyes.
― boxedjoy, Thursday, 6 August 2020 10:28 (three years ago) link