Stage actors tend to be judged on how they cope in front of an audience rather than backstage, but dressing room etiquette is definitely a thing. Some performers do great work in the afterglow, pouring drinks and accepting tributes from visitors; others jitter and sniff like voles returned from a savage encounter with daylight. At London’s Duchess Theatre one night, Edna...
Mark Rylance’s gaze suggests he’s an actor who, at the half, is more than halfway into character, already unto the breach, where ‘all the youth of England are on fire.’ There are aides-mémoires on the walls of his dressing room, historical pics and a pile of texts. Off to one side are his kettle, his sprays and jars of throat sweets. This is the actor’s last stop before unreality, and so it’s a kind of limbo.