It is difficult to see actors as real people, flesh and blood, with their own ordinary lives and problems, because we only see them on the silver screen, in tabloids and gossip columns of glossy magazines. Once they emerge from the shadow of anonymity, with all the glamour of their immaterial lives, we give them the status of demigods. Even their life in the afterlife would have some special dimension, even if it was hell—see Wings of Fame with Peter O’Toole and Colin Firth.
Therefore, it is even more shocking when it turns out that they are subject to the same randomness of fate as each and every one of us. Just like today, when I was watching The Revengers’ Comedies, I saw the familiar face of a young actress who I remember from Four Weddings and a Funeral—Charlotte Coleman. In the latter, she was like a funny, pretty little gem. So intrigued, as I haven’t seen her for a while, especially in any newer production, I decided to check what she was up to nowadays. I was saddened when it turned out that she died in 2001, at the age of only 33, which I didn’t know. Moreover, her life was marked by the tragic death of her boyfriend.
So, it’s worth remembering that despite their peculiar profession, actors are just people—people like us.
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