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Post by Prime etc. on Sept 21, 2020 1:19:21 GMT
I find that overacting rarely bothers me.
The only example that I think of is in DEMONS OF THE MIND--Robert Hardy gets on my nerves--seems way too hysterical and over the top.
On the other hand I am more likely to notice a performance that seems muted or not very emotional.
In DEATH WISH I thought Charles Bronson was too unemotional about his family's plight.
In FERRY TO HONG KONG, Orson Welles acts like he is in a comedy--everyone else is serious, but it didn't bother me.
Tomas Milian is often accused of overacting but I never have a problem with it.
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Post by MCDemuth on Sept 21, 2020 2:09:03 GMT
Neither really bothers me, and I don't know which one bother me "more"...
What does bother me, is when people claim actors overact or underact, when they are not...
In many cases, the Director has told them to do so for some kind of "effect".
Robert Wagner, in one of the Austin Powers films, for example... He cries just like a little kid, and tells Doctor Evil, that he is "through with him pushing him around"...
Overacting? Not really... That is what the director wanted him to do.
And in some cases, one might say, an actor is giving a great performance... After all, it might not be so easy to make Audiences think that you are "overacting".
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Post by gameboy on Sept 21, 2020 3:20:50 GMT
Bronson's understatement is brilliant. I much prefer his silence to some giddy clown who overdoes it.
But then in real life I also prefer silence to endless yapping.
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Post by Doghouse6 on Sept 21, 2020 6:21:44 GMT
For me, it depends entirely upon the performer and what I know about their abilities.
There was no more skilled and versatile a player than Claude Rains, for instance, and I can think of only one performance of his that went inappropriately over-the-top with histrionics: in 1937's They Won't Forget, his prosecuting attorney is a collection of stentorian bellows, rolled Rs and theatrical gestures. He was capable of much better in projects both before and after, even when playing flamboyantly colorful characters. As a temperamental, manipulative and dictatorial conductor/composer in 1946's Deception, for example, his performance is another grand one, but was instead put across with a hundred nuanced subtleties rather than by sheer force.
It's equally disappointing to see an otherwise great performer phoning it in. For years in my movie-watching youth, my only exposure to Leslie Howard had been Gone With the Wind, and I'd mistakenly assumed his lackluster work therein was representative. When I started catching up with films like The Animal Kingdom, The Scarlet Pimpernel, The Petrified Forest and Pygmalion, the difference was like that between a plastic dime-store rose and a living one in full bloom and fragrance. To be fair, there were mitigating circumstances surrounding his participation in GWtW, among which were being pressured into the role by Selznick as a condition of producing and starring in Intermezzo, which shot concurrently and often required Howard to be dashing between soundstages on the Selznick lot from one picture to the other on given workdays. Still, the result of his disinterest in playing Ashley is preserved on film just as is his work of inspiration and depth in those other pictures. And more's the pity, because I'm willing to bet there are millions who've never seen them - nor ever will - for whom Howard will remain only the wooden Mr. Wilkes.
A thread about Ginger Rogers has had me thinking about her, and how fresh, spontaneous and full of invention her performances were during her first decade in films. But into the 1940s, after she'd established herself as an actor to be taken seriously, her work became increasingly mannered and calculated until, by the 1950s, her performances in films like Black Widow (as a self-centered B'way diva) and Tight Spot (as a hard-bitten con sprung from prison to testify against mobsters) consisted of nothing but overplayed mannerisms.
There are ones whom I always like better when they're underplaying. I'm probably in the minority, but have usually found Carole Lombard stridently grating and overbearing in comedies like Twentieth Century, My Man Godfrey, Nothing Sacred and True Confession. One exception was her final picture, To Be Or Not To Be, in which director Ernst Lubitch toned her down to the kind of delicately elegant control she brought to dramas like In Name Only and Vigil In the Night, and the balance of her cool comedic counterpoint to Jack Benny's film-canned ham is all the better for it. And Spencer Tracy, Cary Grant, William Powell and Robert Mitchum were among performers who came to learn how to refine underplaying into an art form, while remaining capable of unleashing their inner scenery-chewers when the moment was right.
Then there are those who are really at their most richly enjoyable when going big. Peter O'Toole is an example. He had a special ability to incorporate grand theatricality into a character's DNA so that it became a completely credible component of his personality. In a much earlier era, George Arliss and his marvelously stage-trained diction effected similar alchemy, whether playing courtly-but-deadly villain, benevolent head of state, bored businessman or hobo.
And while I won't name names, there have also been dozens - probably hundreds - of bland, unimaginative, paint-by-numbers actors of both genders who've inexplicably (to me) worked year after year in both films and television, delivering only what the script requires but never a bit more: never "under;" never "over;" never much of anything except hitting marks and speaking lines.
So whether I find myself thinking, "Were you half asleep when you shot this" or "Jeez, take it down a few notches," my only barometer is how it measures against the actor's other work. Or, if they're ones with whom I'm unfamiliar, it's simply if I buy it or not, whether they're going big or little. As an afterthought, I'll add this: there are few things I enjoy more than coming across a performance that really shines from a player who'd never much impressed me before. I'd like to think that within every cookie-cutter player, there's at least one great performance just waiting for its opportunity to reveal itself.
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Post by hi224 on Sept 21, 2020 7:39:43 GMT
both.
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Post by Fox in the Snow on Sept 21, 2020 12:35:03 GMT
Over. I quite like underacting
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Post by marshamae on Sept 21, 2020 13:07:36 GMT
I think underacting bothers me, especially when I hear the actor receive acclaim. Steven Hill was praised as the outstanding graduate of the Actor’s Studio in his generation. I have never seen Steven Hill do one thing on screen that was more than filling his part. As Denton Voyles in the Firm he provides the appropriate emotions as he says the lines, nothing more. He had years as the DA in LAW AND ORDER. he had a story line about a mentally ill opponent undermining his re-election, and another about the death of his wife. He managed to let us see nothing of his feelings about either situation. The most interesting was the shifting role of assistant DA. There were black men shy white women, feisty white women, Gay White women, and they all got Sté same stone face. He may have felt he was doing something but it did not show.
Sam Waterston is also a rather interior actor but he is miles away from Hill’s stoic behavior.
Another renowned actor with very little affect is Michael Moriarty. I first became aware of him in HOLOCAUST as the young lawyer caught up in Heydrich’s SS. from extreme poverty to his wife’s illness to threatening his Jewish doctor, to planning Kristalnacht, to watching the murder of 33,000 at Babi Yar, to his capture by Allied Troops, not one facial expression.
In Law and Order it was even more pronounced. His slightly bemused smile never moved.
I would not single these two out if I had not heard them praised as great actors of their generations.
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Post by marshamae on Sept 21, 2020 18:41:11 GMT
An actor who consistently underplays with great effect is Alan Rickman. His voice, though very quiet, is filled with suppressed emotion. He expresses a great deal with very little movement , expression or vocal shift
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Post by DanaShelbyChancey on Sept 22, 2020 15:06:34 GMT
Underacting isn't always bad. It is bad when the role requires more, and the actor doesn't give it. When they can't because they aren't up to it, or just don't care.
Underacted, but perfection, is Ben Mendelsohn as Pope in Animal Kingdom, the 2010 Australian film. He could stand still in a scene, hardly say anything, but still manage to convey danger and violence. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt standing in his mother's living room, you knew he was a guy no one should mess with.
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Post by fangirl1975 on Sept 22, 2020 18:44:13 GMT
Neither particularly bug me.
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Post by mikef6 on Sept 22, 2020 19:00:36 GMT
The only time I would call "underacting" is when the actor seem totally disengaged with his/her role, sleepwalking through, e.g. Bruce Willis in most of his movies over the past several years.
A actor is often labeled "overacting" even when the part calls for it or she has been directed to act that way, e.g. Keira Knightley in "A Dangerous Method."
Also, actors with oversized personalities on screen are called overacting. Charles Laughton is sometimes slandered as "hammy" even though classic viewers familiar with his filmography know that he can be a very subtle actor. Some of his most famous movie characters - Captain Bligh, Quasimodo - are overacting individuals, not the actor playing them.
The same goes for Toshirô Mifune in films like "The Seven Samurai." It is his character, the bragging but insecure Kikuchiyo, who is the overactor. Mifune plays him to perfection.
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Post by london777 on Sept 22, 2020 20:21:33 GMT
Underacting means a trick is missed, an opportunity is lost, an ingredient is lacking from the pie. No worse than "regrettable".
Overacting means poison has been added to the recipe. Very damaging and sometimes fatal.
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Post by Prime etc. on Sept 22, 2020 21:17:32 GMT
Russ Tamblyn in War of the Gargantuas. He really phoned it in, which is unfortunate since he shouldn't have felt he was slumming--as he hadn't made Dracula vs Frankenstein yet.
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Post by phantomparticle on Sept 22, 2020 23:09:55 GMT
Neither. And the extremes are not mutually exclusive.
What others call overacting I call bravura acting, and in the hands of a brilliant artist like Charles Laughton or George C. Scott, who can go from sensitive to mercurial in the blink of an eye, it can be exhilarating. Great acting is like music, no matter what form it takes, whether highly theatrical and operatic or intensely subtle like the whisper of a harp.
There are modern actors who do not stray from a narrow confine (Keanu Reeves) and those who are willing to leap off the cliff (Daniel Day Lewis, Gary Oldman). You may not like their style, but all contribute to the cinematic symphony in their own fashion.
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