Bill Hader Is Not Your Clown

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Hader is completely uninterested in offering anything other than the honest truth. He’s not serving you metaphor and meaning. He’s not even able to hide his own feelings for his character. “People are complicated, and some of us are really fucking awful,” he says. “People always ask me, ‘Well, do you like Barry?’ I’m like, No! He kills people.”

[Read more at Esquire]

Bill Hader is enjoying his greatest success with ‘Barry,’ and it’s no accident

One minute he’s talking on the phone from Los Angeles. Then there’s a strange noise in the background. This interview is going to end prematurely.

“Uh, I’m going to have to get off the phone, we’ve just been rear-ended,” says Bill Hader, who talks as he’s climbing out of the car.

“Oh man,” Hader utters, and the phone connection goes dead.

 

(He’s fine. Read the interview at TulsaWorld)

‘Bill Hader Kills’

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                                                                                                                                                                                                    (photo by Malerie Marder)

Hader does something alchemical in the scene: you feel that Barry is drowning in a black lake of yearning and self-hatred. To convey that despair, Hader said, he borrowed the way his high-school friend Duffy Boudreau, who writes for the show, holds his breath when he’s nervous, as well as Alec Berg’s wide-eyed look of shock. When pressed, he acknowledged that the moment also reflected high-school memories: “Being heartbroken by my first girlfriend. And Scholastic Night, when me and this other kid were the only two kids out of seventy not invited, because you had to have a C average—and I just felt like a dummy.” His sister Kara told me that she was startled by that scene: “I couldn’t believe that Bill was finally showing himself, finally being vulnerable to being denied and having his heart broken. I was almost brokenhearted watching it.”

[thank you to reader Lisa! Read the rest at NewYorker]