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PHOTO SPECIAL: A Sneak Peek at Howard Schatz's "Caught in the Act: Actors Acting"

Geoffrey Rush: You're a teenager who picked up the telephone extension, hearing your mother having phone sex.

PHOTO SPECIAL: A Sneak Peek at Howard Schatz's "Caught in the Act: Actors Acting"

In "Caught in the Act: Actors Acting," his 20th book, acclaimed photographer Howard Schatz explores the magical transformation that happens when an actor takes hold of words on a page and becomes another person. Here is a sneak peek at the volume, featuring 85 actors, which will be released Oct. 20.
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Geoffrey Rush: You're a teenager who picked up the telephone extension, hearing your mother having phone sex.
Allison Janney: You're the wife of a husband with a wandering eye - and then some - new to the neighborhood, greeting the gorgeous woman next door who has dropped by to welcome you.
Allison Janney: Your mean mother-in-law has just given you a garden gnome for Christmas, intended as an insult, and you're not about to give her any satisfaction: "I LOVE this. Too CUTE!"
Allison Janney: You're a type A mother coaching your little girl's team of tiny soccer players: "Okay guys, let's go out there and kick some ass!"
Ben Kingsley: You're a dedicated, exemplary priest, being told by your bishop that a young boy has accused you of groping him.
Ben Kingsley: You're a skydiver, safely on the ground after your hundredth jump, hearing a rapid flailing of silk and looking up to see your buddy under a collapsed chute… falling, flailing...
Ben Kingsley: You're a ten-year-old kid looking at porn left on your father's computer.
Geoffrey Rush: You're a teenager who picked up the telephone extension, hearing your mother having phone sex.
Geoffrey Rush: You're a legendary orchestra conductor, coming to the end of your final performance, rapturously joining the chorus in Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."
Geoffrey Rush: You're the director of the Miss Teen Texas contest, backstage with the five finalists, reminding them that "you've got it, ladies, so go out there and fucking flaunt it!"
Jane Krakowski: You're a high school mean girl, hearing a rumor that your main rival for prom queen may be pregnant.
Jane Krakowski: You're auditioning for a detergent commercial, showing just how good the fresh smell of clean towels makes you feel.
Jane Krakowski: You've backed your Chevy Suburban over a neighbor's adored toy poodle.
Jane Lynch: Your lover of many years has been in a very serious car accident, but you're not being allowed to see her because you're not "family."
Jane Lynch: You're a very old woman trying to describe to her great-grandchild what life was like in the Warsaw ghetto.
Jane Lynch: You're sixth-grade teacher hearing the laziest boy in class say that, no, the dog didn't eat his homework… it pooped on it.
Joan Allen: You're an heiress whose much younger husband is having an affair with an even younger woman, at the mirror contemplating a face-lift.
Joan Allen: You're in divorce court, hearing your only child say he wants to live full-time with his father.
Joan Allen: You're the ferocious head of a top ad agency berating a senior VP because he hasn't landed the Cialis account: "You're so limp you could be the poster boy for that crap!"
John Leguizamo: You are a four-year-old boy at a new, "realistic" dinosaur theme park, getting a lick on the head from a 50-foot-long mechanical brontosaurus.
John Leguizamo: You're a young cop whose partner has drawn his gun on a guy with a knife, making one last try to get everyone to chill out and put away the weapons.
Michael McKean: You're the cellist in a very serious amateur string quartet, giving your first recital and being interrupted by a screeching infant.
Michael McKean: You're a mild-mannered guy at a pickup basketball game where few fouls are ever called, but you're finally confronting the guy who's been banging you all afternoon.
Michael McKean: You're a high school freshman accidentally walking into an empty classroom, seeing a cheerleader giving a jock a handjob.
Nathan Lane: You're the dedicated teacher of an out-of-control fourth grade class, exploding after 20 minutes of complete chaos.
Nathan Lane: In the heat of an argument, you've just called your cancer-stricken wife a "fucking whiner."
Nathan Lane: A pal at the golf club has just told you that the divorce attorney your wife has hired is known as Ivana the Piranha.
Sam Waterston: You're a small time crook facing a third strike conviction, being offered a deal to incriminate a mobster known for gruesome vendettas.
Sam Waterston: You're a medical intern who just learned that you prescribed an excessive dose of a medication that has killed your patient.
Sam Waterston: You're a doting grandfather pretending to be very, very sad because your four-year-old granddaughter won't give you a hug.
Tyne Daly: You've misplaced a diamond ring - not for the first time - and you're confronting yet another innocent maid.
Tyne Daly: You're a stand-up comedienne, completely abandoning any kind of clever response to a heckler.
Tyne Daly: You're a widow at the funeral for a close friend's husband, welcoming her to the club.
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