Benedict Cumberbatch. Scene one. Take one. When did I know I wanted to be an actor? When did Shakespeare know that he wanted to write or when did Starbucks make his first Frappuccino? That one got me, Dr. strange.
A true actor only wants to act. And the reality is I don’t know how to do anything else. You ok over there? Hum, yes. It’s very important to stay hydrated. It’s the other side. Where are the instructions?
Great acting requires training. You have to train hard to act great. are we going to do anything besides watch episodes of Sherlock? Now you made me miss favorite part, so I have to rewind it to the beginning. I need to learn from the master. It won’t be easy. Try the line.
“Where’s my mother?” Again. “Where’s my mother?” That’s it. What the hell is wrong with you? You have to feel it. Good. If you want to succeed you have to really want it. And for that to work. Your art must be your passion. The doctor said it’s for sure. The test came in positive.
Boring. I mean how are you going to make that go viral? Hum? Do a funny dance. This could go viral, hum! I just told him I have three months to live. Three months to live. Three months to live, hum. Just go the internet pregnant. Again, with entertainment, please.
This course will cover everything. You’re a snake. You’re a giraffe, reaching up through the canopy of the jungle. Voice physicality. You’re a bird. The wings make you hover over. Close your eyes. You don’t oppose your trip. Everything is beautiful. Hands, hats all the important shit. Very good. That’s the indeed.