Elizabeth hardly ever mentioned her mother, but a locket-ring she wore says more than a million words ever could: inside the ring was a picture of Elizabeth and her mother, Anne Boleyn.
acting is probably the greatest therapy in the world. you can get a lot stuff out of you on the set so you don’t have to take it home with you at night. it’s the stuff between the lines, the empty space between those lines which is interesting.
We all remember the bedtime stories of our childhoods. The shoe fits Cinderella. The frog turns into a prince. Sleeping Beauty is awakened with a kiss. Once upon a time. And then they lived happily every after. Fairy tales. The stuff of dreams. The problem is, fairy tales don’t come true.
It’s the other stories. The ones that begin with dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. It’s the nightmares that always seem to become reality.
You don’t have to be hostile. I know you like me, I can tell.