#voiceasperformance

Some actors glide through the industry as if it were made for them. Cole Sprouse is not one of them. His adult career is marked by choices that have placed him on the margins of the star system—not due to lack of talent or opportunity, but because of a clear will to unsettle, to resist fitting in.

Instead of chasing easy applause, he’s chosen roles that disturb rather than seduce. Jughead Jones in Riverdale is just the first example: a dark, ironic narrator who watches from the periphery and refuses to join the heroic narrative. The most telling detail? Cole was offered the chance to audition for Archie—the classic lead—but chose Jughead. That wasn’t anecdotal. It was a declaration.

Since then, his roles have followed a path of emotional dissent. In Five Feet Apart, he plays Will, a young man with cystic fibrosis who lives with death as a constant companion. His fragility isn’t romanticized or turned into spectacle. In Moonshot, he plays a boy who doesn’t fit, who watches from a distance, who doesn’t conquer but hesitates. Both characters are transitional: marking Cole’s shift toward a more complex, adult acting style.

What came next confirmed that evolution. In Borrasca, a dramatic podcast, he plays a character trapped in a web of secrets and trauma. Here, Cole chooses to act with voice alone, without relying on his physical presence. It’s a commitment to pure storytelling, to building atmosphere and tension through sound. In an industry that overexploits the image, this gesture is radical: he erases himself visually to amplify the narrative.

On the opposite end, in Lisa Frankenstein (2024), he acts only with his body—without speaking a single word. His character communicates through gesture, gaze, and physical rhythm. It’s a performance that borders on dance, subverting the classic model of the charming, talkative male lead and turning him into a symbolic figure.

In I Wish You All the Best, he plays Thomas, the husband of a woman who takes in her non-binary sibling after they’re kicked out of their home. Here, Cole enters a queer, sensitive, deeply human narrative. And now, with four films marking his return to cinema—The Rivals of Amziah King, Dead Letters, Wake, and Elastic Hearts—his commitment to authenticity is solidified.

Each of these films shares a focus on broken characters, dense narratives, and indie aesthetics that keep him far from the mainstream. In The Rivals of Amziah King, he enters a rural thriller where redemption and violence intertwine. In Dead Letters, he joins an intimate drama about grief and family secrets. In Wake, he’s not just acting—he’s executive producer, shaping a dramedy that blends absurdity and vulnerability around death. And in Elastic Hearts, he supports the U.S. debut of a young European indie filmmaker.

But there’s more. Cole Sprouse doesn’t just unsettle through the roles he chooses—he does so through his stance toward the industry itself. His comments on Riverdale were dry, direct: “I have no creative control over my character.” He was offered the chance to direct an episode but declined due to the “creative leash” imposed by the network. While other cast members criticized the show more emotionally—calling Vancouver a “cage” or attacking the writers—Cole was seen as problematic. Why? Because his critique wasn’t emotional. It was structural. He didn’t complain about the vibe. He questioned the system.

For a while, it seemed Cole might be embraced by the young star system: Kaia Gerber, Margaret Qualley, fashion circles, indie cinema. But that orbit faded. No scandal—just a quiet retreat. As if the industry didn’t know what to do with someone who refuses to be molded.

Cole Sprouse embodies, in many ways, Hollywood’s new dream: attractive, intelligent, with a childhood career, cultured, artistically sensitive. But something about him unsettles. He doesn’t fit the mold of the compliant actor. And that makes him uncomfortable—but also necessary.