A ‘fuck you boyo’ cunting for luvvy gobshite Michael Sheen.
Sheen’s been mouthing off on the vexing question of whether or not actors can credibly play identities where they don’t have the appropriate life experience; you know, can a hetrosexual realistically play a gay person and so on.
Sheen pontificates that he finds it ‘very hard to accept’ actors who are not Welsh portraying Welsh characters. So speaks the man who’s pursued a very lucrative career playing such obviously Welsh characters as Brian Clough, Tony Bliar and
David Frost.
Personally laddo, I don’t think your profession would make much progress if your colleagues felt the same way. No Oscar for Colin Firth in ‘The King’s Speech’ because he didn’t really have a stutter. No Oscar for Eddie Redmayne in ‘The Theory of Everything’ because he wasn’t really a wheelchair bound sufferer from motor neurone disease. And I’m pretty sure that your fellow Welsh thespian Anthony Hopkins hadn’t actually killed a census taker and then eaten his liver with some fava beans and a fine Chianti.
It’s called ‘acting’ dear boy. A-C-T-I-N-G. Look it up in the dictionary some time.
Nominated by Ron Knee.