My mother once told me a story about falling through the ice when she was skating as a child on a pond that hadn’t properly frozen over. She said when she took her jeans off they stood up on their own because they were so completely frozen through.
That is how Shoshanna feels to me—like a pair of frozen jeans, a material that should not, but in this rare instance does, stand up completely on its own.
I like to joke that she came to being like Aphrodite, emerging fully formed from a seashell out of the ocean. When I made my audition tape, I did not prep beyond learning my lines. I ran those four pages over and over and over again until I could say them upside down and sideways and probably backwards, if put to the test. And then when I went to record my tape, I did a single take of the sc