The only time I had *ATTITUDE* was when I was on stage playing a character. This picture was when I played the tough-cookie starlet Dixie in “The Big Knife” at Rada. I also played a murderer when I was at school. Then when I went into the profession I was cast as a drug-pusher, a thief, a call-girl and a hooker. Finally, when I got cast as a cockney maid, it was too little too late. I couldn’t face auditioning for another lost soul as one of “Kennedy’s Children,” so I gave the whole thing up and started looking for my own soul.
What I learned as an actor should be shouted from the rooftops by every single one of us who has ever trod the boards – that along with the heartbreak that so often comes with a life in the theater, comes the knowledge that we all have in us the possibility of every human thought that has ever been considered. We don’t have to act on it, but we can act it. Play it. Because we know how to play. We know how to imagine “what if.”
Not for us to stand on the sidelines watching, saying “How can so-and-so do that or say that?” because we know how to get inside that person’s head and heart (however black it might be) and feel what he/she feels. And this is truly something. Because along with this compassionate understanding comes a willingness to forgive… We don’t have to like it or give it our approval in order to forgive. But every spec of forgiveness goes a long way in lightening the load of the world, making it just that teeny bit brighter…