Ben Foster has been out on a boat with scallopers. The actor is studying fishermen as immersive preparation for his next film. He speaks to the Guardian via Zoom from a dock in Massachusetts. But the feed is audio only.
The thing about Zoom’s black screen is that the imagination tends to compensate and run riot. Is Foster sitting there drenched, clad in a sou’wester and wreathed in seaweed, king mackerel dangling from a hook? We will never know.
