I saw a photo today that reminded me of one of the greatest acting moments I’ve ever witnessed.
In 2012, I saw John Hurt perform Krapp’s Last Tape at the Kirk Douglas Theatre.
The play began and Hurt simply stood there. Completely still. Almost like a statue. At first — 1/2
- gasped.
A collective gasp - from a single gesture.
That was one of the few times I’ve experienced the highest level of acting: something close to aesthetic arrest. Great actor. #theatre#johnhurt 3/3
the audience murmured, confused, unsure if something had gone wrong. But slowly the room settled into a silence so deep it felt suspended in space.
And he kept standing.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, he moved his head slightly down and to the left. The audience —2/3
@keepawake2 Then that evidence would be pretty thin wouldn't it? But if you had say... photos, direct emails, lied about your relationship with a known and charged pedophile... maybe? Naw you're right. It's all a bunch of commie gobbledegook.
RIP to one of the greats. Catherine O’Hara. Here’s a photo from the 70’s of her on stage with my Dad. She told me once that when she learned to rely on her heart and emotions in her work - everything clicked. I always remembered that. Put the heart first.
#Pluribus is such a great show. Wonderful seeing so many familiar names in the credits. But I wanted to say something beyond that…
Rhea Seehorn’s journey is the kind of story that keeps actors acting - a reminder that every once in a while, in this wildly unfair business, great