|Mark Rylance with Tom Hanks in|
Bridge of Spies
But in the paper the next day I saw the winners of the acting awards, and there was Mark Rylance, who'd won Best Supporting Actor for his performance in Spielberg's Bridge of Spies. I was happy about that win--he really was something in Bridge.
I've been reading about Rylance for quite a while--he's by all accounts the greatest Shakespearean actor of his time and earns dazzling reviews for just about anything he does--including playing Olivia (that's right Olivia) in a recent performance of Twelfth Night (alternating performances with Richard III). (Link to Times review from 2013.) (Link to some video of Rylance as Olivia.)
|Rylance as Olivia in Twelfth Night|
I've never seen him perform live, but in the films I've seen he just is the person he's portraying. It's astonishing.
So ... where's this heading?
Last night I had a dream--no, two dreams--featuring Rylance. In the first, he was somehow working for Allstate, and Joyce and I were visiting his office. I needled him a bit about how actors must have a hard time making it financially, and he sort of laughed (in a dismissive way, I confess). He sold us three policies. I have no idea what they were for, but he handed us three packets. And we were happy about the whole thing.
I remember asking him, too, if he'd ever performed up in Stratford, Ontario (where Joyce and I go for the theater festival every year). He sort of playfully dismissed me again, making a mildly disdainful comment about one of the producers up there.
I woke up. Made a quick male visit to you-know-where.
Back to bed. Back to sleep. And Rylance returned--only this time I cannot recall a single thing about it. I have a notepad by my bed for this very reason--to write down dream details. Nah, I thought last night, this is awesome--I ain't gonna forget any of it!
Well, I forgot all of it.
Maybe--when I grow up--I'll learn to do better.