I make a living acting in the machine known as Hollywood — an industry that commodifies me but isn’t for me. An industry where if I am using my hands too much on camera, the director shouts in all seriousness, “Not so much of the ethnic hands!” “White hands, Chris, white hands,” I whisper to myself while smiling.
By the way — that is a true story.
The essence of what I do is put myself in spaces where I must be chosen, where I must be selected as worthy enough…