Sympathy for the devil
Too nice always to play baddies, Charles Dance is playing a roadie in a new comedy — but with a naughty Keith Richards vibeCharles Dance sits in a mock Georgian sitting room in a London hotel, his evil bastard’s cheekbones glinting, his bastard’s nostrils flaring. A fawn-coloured PR girl sits opposite, face in smartphone. The great TV matinée idol of the 1980s is having a three-quarter-life nervous breakdown, but she barely looks up.
“Actors want to be liked,” he says. “Anyone who tells you different is lying. We are all wracked with paranoia and insecurity. We want to be loved. That’s why we do it.” This sounds a little like a prepared speech; it actually dips in the middle, on “loved”. Nonetheless, I am grateful that he offers himself up so readily. Normally you have to scheme and bite to unearth the nub of the acknowledged soul.
So you need to be loved ? The PR girl is texting, oblivious . "Yes !" he explodes, as if I am mad to ask. "Of course"..........
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