Bryan Cranston, Breaking Big
Credit: Photograph by Robert Trachtenberg
Later in the evening, he returns to his home. The inside of it is wife Robin's domain, traditional and comfortable. The big backyard mainly belongs to him, with every stress-relieving activity you care to mention in evidence – croquet, football, baseball, badminton, basketball, a pool with a slide ("and I like to slide!") – and when you've tuckered yourself out, you can wobble over to the hammock, flop down, and doze off.

He's sitting on the front porch now, with a glass of wine in hand, telling a little more about himself. No, he doesn't do drugs, cheat on his wife, chew his fingernails, or pick his nose with regularity, although, yes, he does fall asleep quickly ("10 seconds, 15 seconds, I'm out"), and he does gladly pee in the shower ("Anyone who says they don't is either a liar or an idiot"). Without prompting, he says that he and his wife once tried some role playing in the bedroom, but it didn't pan out. "We started critiquing each other on our performances, like she'd say, 'Oh, honey, it wasn't bad, except when you said you wanted to lick the inside of my thigh, I just didn't believe you,'" he says, concluding that "it's not good for two actors to attempt that kind of, you know, sexual encounter."

He's an open guy trying to navigate new waters. He says the reason he doesn't like to go to parties anymore is because of all the people, friends and strangers, tugging on his ear, sapping his energy, trying to give him their scripts. "I work, and then I'm home," he says. "That's what I do."

Robin comes out. She's pretty in a low-key way. She apologizes for the fuzzy slippers on her feet. She says that, no, she can't think of anything about her husband that might irritate her, except for his perfectionist tendencies. "He likes things done a certain way," she says. "Like with the dishes in the dishwasher. But that's about it."

After she goes inside, Cranston stretches out a little. "I'm not crazy about being out of control, and I get emotional when things are unclean. When things are out of order. When things are messy. Because I lived in a mess as a child. When things started going bad. When everything started to unravel. The garage you couldn't put a car in, it was filled with so much stuff. I vowed one day I'd be able to put my car in a garage. Now
I can put two cars in my garage." He shrugs. "All that childhood stuff, I don't know that it ever leaves, and the way it informs your life, you can become the best of what your potential is, or the worst, or something in between." He says, "I'm not a very relaxed person, I wouldn't think. I'm restless, you know?"

 

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