15 seconds of bliss.

The strangest thing happened to me today. I entered my hotel room and for a moment I forgot what picture I was promoting. That never happened to me before. Sometimes I forget where I am when I wake up in some anonymous hotel room. Usually it comes back to me within a few seconds, but this time was different. This time I forgot my movie.

When people see actors promote a picture they think that they are talking about their job, but their job is really talking about their job. The shooting takes a few weeks. I do two movies a year, so that would be a month of acting. People should know this by now because I talked about it on pretty much every channel in pretty much every country. Interviewers ask me the same questions over and over and over again. “How is to work with this director?” “How did you prepare for your role?”. It’s a torture. Written interviews are somewhat more bearable, because there is more variation and the journalists usually know something about movies. The only pain in the ass is to read the screamy headlines afterwards so I try to avoid that as much as possible. No wonder Robin and Philip pulled the plug.

So the thing is, I shut the door of my hotel room and at that moment I just could not remember where I was and what movie I was in. It was so nice. I tried to hold on to the moment as long as I could. Fifteen seconds of freedom before I recalled the name: “Sully”, it was.