The Thing I Miss About L.a. Is

I'm An Optimist By Nature, Myself, I Think.

There Were Moments Where I Was Being Kicked In The Stomach, And Even Though I Had This Brace On To Protect Me, I Still Had To Prepare Myself For It . You Can't Be Relaxed When That's Happening. You Have To Brace Your Muscles. I Can Remember Thinking As It Was About To Happen "wasn't That How Houdini Died?" I Think It Was.

You Do The One Film That You Think Is Terrible, But It's A Big Studio Film And You Hope You'll Get Another Job Because Of It, Because Blah Blah Blah, Whatever It Is. You Know That You Hate It, You Just Couldn't Care Less If It Got Made Because It's Not Something In A Million Years You'd Go And See Yourself. And It Ends Up Being Shite And You Just Knew It Was Shite To Begin With, And It Doesn't Do You Any Favors At All If Someone Thought You Were In Another Shite Film. So I Decided It Doesn't Get Me Anywhere Being Cynical. It's Not That I Want To Be.

Despite Being Extremely Professional, Michael Caine Has A Giggle Which Was Lethal For Me Because Once You Catch His Eyes, Once You Realize The Other Person Is A Giggler Too, It's Curtains.

Accents Are Very Tangible, Blessedly, And If You Have To Do One, It's A Way Of Getting Into Character. I Can Read It Through A Few Times And Pretend I Know What I'm Doing!