Heh. I only just stumbled across this, in IMDB’s trivia for “The Last of Sheila”: to get the right performance out of Raquel Welch, she was told that – just like Dyan Cannon is playing a Sue Mengers type, and James Coburn is playing an Orson Welles type, and Richard Benjamin is playing an Anthony Perkins type – her character was written as a thinly-veiled Ann-Margret type. So make with the unflattering portrayal and ham it up, lady! Just get out there and do an insulting riff on Ann-Margret!
Meh. For me, it’s infinitely easier to just…act. I can understand doing some research…this is how one holds a scalpel, or performs some other action defined in the script…but otherwise, I don’t need to go to medical school to play a doctor. I don’t care for the various forms of warm up exercises some performers use, either. I need a little bit of alone time to get ready to perform, but that’s my process. I don’t begrudge other actors their process.
All this crap just seems tiresome and childish, part of a trivial attitude to life. Hitchcock must have been an odious little boy.
Plus his films are over-rated.
An excellent example from that film of directorial subterfuge comes at 1:30:
Mephistophelian director played by Peter O'Toole (who'd'a thunk?) pep talks actor Barbara Hershey into showing shame for next scene, and just before the cameras roll, he tells her in a sort of "a little aside" fashion that unfortunately one of the rushes that her parents saw had a nude scene with her in it, and then he reiterates, with a whisper, *shame*, and walks away, saying action.
Yeah I’d call that a douchey play, and a breach of any trust that those characters may have established.