Jul 16, 2006 17:50
This is a frightful excursion, but here goes.
At 13, I entered and won a national writing competition. I used the money to pay my entry fee into Spotlight, an actor's directory. I didn't train, I didn't go to Cambridge, I just learnt how to speak well enough to pull off those tight-laced roles in Merchant-Ivory films like A Room With A View -my second film but first released- and just about every other E.M. Forster film made in the 80s. Enter David Fincher, who cast me as Marla in Fight Club, which allowed me to expand my range a bit.
More recently, I get lots of knee-level prods and "thenks" for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Corpse Bride, Big Fish, and The Curse of the Were-Rabbit as well, which is great. I'm a bit childish, so it suits me. You couldn't have worked that out from my tendency to dress like a cupcake, eh?
Yes yes, I'm constantly on the worst dressed lists, but my mate Sagey and I have a fashion line (Pantaloonies) in Harrod's, thank you. The press creation of my persona is this eccentric blue blood with funny hair and silly clothes. Ok, I'm a little off-kilter, but now that we have that established, what's next?
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