nexubxbyaxecbb_2_c.jpgI can’t stop thinking about how perilously close Benedict Cumberbatch is to becoming one of those actors doomed to circle their own groundbreaking performances. Over and over.

With his odd physiognomy and quicksilver reactions, Cumberbatch has given us some compelling geeks, socially-inept geniuses, and brooding, suffering weirdos. But as I look ahead to the roles he is slated to embody in the upcoming TV, stage, and screen pantheons, I am growing uncomfortable. Cumberbatch is about to become a stereotype!

Richard III in a three-part mini-series for TV. Yes, that Richard III! Then there will be Doctor Strange, with Cumby as Strange. He’s already filmed the next season of his eccentric and dazzling Sherlock Holmes. And I know—because I already have tickets—that he will be playing Hamlet this coming autumn at London’s Barbicon Theatre. The “am I really mad or only pretending to be so” Hamlet.

There’s a theme here, and if Cumby isn’t careful he will end up like William Shatner (sorry, I realize that acting-wise that’s a ridiculous comparison)—destined to play the same character his entire career.

Why not play a) some ordinary Everyman, or b) a greedy contemporary corporate CEO ala Madoff, or c) a serial killer?  How about a George Clooney role? You see my point. Anything but another misfit genius who can’t get a date.

Another strategy might be for Cumberbatch to submit to another sort of top dog actor’s challenge: to do a film co-starring another Alpha male lead. Jeremy Irons comes to mind. Or—and this might push the rising superstar to his fuller powers—Daniel Day Lewis, also a once-precocious phenom who just kept breaking through to richer revelations until he won a third Oscar for playing an American president.

Challenge yourself Cumberbatch! or be condemned to repeat your most oddball, crowdpleasing, cheap cinematic moment in perpetuity.