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Posh press night - What kind of actor do I want to be?

posted 23 May 2012, 17:15 by Angus Chisholm
Upon telling people I'm an actor, I'm often asked what kind of actor I wish to be, what would be my perfect role?  This is a question I find very difficult to answer.  I'm still very young in my career (I hope to be young in my career for many years to come), so I still want to do it all.  I'm not yet at the point where I'm able, never mind want, to narrow myself down to a genre, or specific role.

And then I go and see a show like Posh at St. Martin's Theatre and realise that I do in fact have a very clear idea about the kind actor I wish to be, the kind of roles I want to play.  I want to tell stories that have an effect on people.  Over post show drinks, long after we'd finished discussing what we though technically of the show e.g. performance, direction, etc, we were still talking about the class system in this country.  How a situation getting out of control is not just restricted to the privileged, but how the the privileged have greater means at their disposal to evade the repercussions.  I would then play devil's advocate with the suggestion that given the opportunity to avoid justice, how many people would honestly face the consequences if they didn't have to?  And we'd all chew over that for a while.  Then, as I write this, I have the idea that money can bring out both the best and the worst in people - so the performance I've seen tonight has been the genesis of yet another avenue of though.

But I'm not so sanctimonious as to only want to be in a performance which is socially moralistic or politically themed.  Any story will do that makes people laugh or cry or think about something in a different way or even just forget themselves for a while.  The latter should never be simply dismissed.  During my father's final weeks in a hospice I sat by his bed watching a film whilst he slept.  I can't remember what film it was, but it's probably a fair guess that it had guns, explosions and car chases.  For that 90 minutes I was able to forgot that I was sitting next to my terminally ill dad, I had a brief reprieve from the pain and the grief.

So I may not yet have the perfect role in mind, but pour yourself a drink, pull up a pew and let me tell you a story.  Hopefully it will give you something to think about long after I'm gone.