About eight years ago, the then-fledgling actor Harris Dickinson recorded a self-tape in his childhood bedroom. On that residential street parallel to the A406 skimming Highams Park, Dickinson’s dreams of success hinged on the balancing act familiar to those of us who don’t distinctly enunciate or elongate their vowels. He would record these three-minute clips in the hopes of securing a new acting gig, while juggling a range of other jobs including, buthellip;

read more raquo;

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;
View Gallery (8 images)nbsp;