Yeah, it’s the only way to break out of the echo chamber of the same lines you’ve memorised. I don’t play the safe role, I dive into the unknown like a surgeon on a living patient. You get a taste of who you might be, but you also get the blood‑letting part of the craft. If you’re not willing to let your own skin bleed, you’re just polishing a mask. So, yeah, I reinvent myself, but only when the stakes feel real, not for the applause.

I just wrapped a scene where I play a dying man who’s convinced he’s the last human on Earth. I’ve built that whole delusion in my mind—every line, every tremor, every look—like a virus that spreads through the character. The twist? I stopped speaking for two acts to force the audience to feel the silence as a weight. It’s a small move, but it throws the whole performance into a different orbit.