Knowing all that has changed in what’s considered to be the movie world today, with every new face getting their 15 minutes of fame and movies being on screen one week and then the shelf or Netflixed the next, it sort of takes the “legend” out of film making and it is clear to see that the term “actor” – which means “one who acts” – is a term thrown around quite loosely. I would think even Shakespeare would be taken aback to see who is claiming the title for practicing his craft. Many practice, but few can gain. Categorizing personas into the term “actor” has become willy, nilly. It appears that all one has to do is simply show up in a movie and poof they are an “actor”. However, the term itself connotates not only “one who acts” but “one who can act”. And one who “can act” in every true sense of the word is Edward Tom Hardy. Watching him act makes you feel “alive” – in every true sense of the word. He loses himself within the roll to become the character he is portraying, but more than portray, he steps aside within himself to let the character enter in. His scenes provoke something deep within all of us and make us feel alive, so much so that we remember there is blood running through our veins. The rolls he commands, he becomes and that is what an actor does. He becomes the role – to the point of truth, of belief – to cause us, his audience, to lose ourselves within the scene right along with him – lost in the passion, the emotion, the feeling of being human. All the while unraveling those deep seated complexities of our human psyche, be they the most insidious things we deny ourselves, or the most tear out your soul to remember why you’re alive love scenes such as in Wuthering Heights. Edward Tom Hardy is it – an “actor”, in every true sense of the word – and he is what real legends are made of.
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The Baldwin Poet
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