Forgive the visual pun but I simply have to say it. There’s no way to act in a film without getting your hands dirty (or bloody as the case may be.) I recently acted the lead in my friend’s short horror/romantic comedy genre-straddler The Courtship of Ronson Crumb and it ruined me emotionally and physically for hours at a time.
Guys, let me start off by saying that I do not claim to be an actor. I have never studied acting. I’m not even sure I know what “acting” is. For a long time I believed what an actor friend of mine told me: Acting is lying. To be a good actor you have to be a good liar. Well, it didn’t take long into the shoot for me to realize that this, like the Abominable Snowman before it, was horse feathers.
From my limited experience playing a delusional psychopath I have come to the conclusion that acting is not lying. Acting is far more similar to telling the truth.
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