Finding Me

by Viola Davis

Acting is a collaborative art form. The actor needs the director, writer, makeup artist, hairstylist, cinematographer, and finally the audience. You can’t act in your bedroom. Most people don’t understand what it is we do. That’s not being condescending, it’s true. Even other actors don’t get it. So they watch a movie and if they like it or don’t, they really don’t have the aesthetic to articulate why. Therefore, everything becomes the actors’ fault. If the role was smaller than they anticipated or not fully written, it becomes the actors’ fault. If the direction wasn’t good in a scene, it becomes the actors’ fault. There’s no real cognitive approach to directing the work of an artistic piece. If you are that character actor out there getting the leftovers, it’s very hard to compete with the actor who’s getting the filet mignon of roles. It just is. Once again, it’s a profession that is a tangled web of artists getting jobs based on bankability, clout, and not ability. There’s no rhyme or reason.