My Worst Habit Is Speaking To Much

I Remember When I Was Younger I Used To Write In My Diary: I Want My Luck To Be Spread. “never Give Me Anything Too Lucky All At Once. I'll Take A Little Luck Now And Then, But Spread It For Seventy Years. “now That All Of This Is Happening, I'm Sure The Rest Of My Life Will Be Ruined.

I Can’t Remem­ber Who Said It, But A Soul And A Heaven Must Exist Because Good Peo­ple Aren’t Rewarded Enough On Earth. I Always Liked That Idea, If That Makes Sense.

I Didn't Want To Get Stuck In Pretty, Public School Roles, Or I Knew I'd End Up As Some Sort Of Caricature.

I Aspire To Be Jack Nicholson. I Love His Every Single Mannerism. I Used To Try And Be Him In Virtually Everything I Did, I Don't Know Why. I Watched One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest When I Was About 13, And I Dressed Like Him. I Tried To Do His Accent. I Did Everything Like Him. I Think It Kind Of Stuck With Me.

I Was Doing Progressively Smaller Movies In England, After Harry Potter... To The Point Where I Was Doing Nine-day Shoots For, Like, 20p And A Packet Of Space Invaders. And Then This Happened. So I'm Not Just Another Actor Who's Around And Jobbing. When You Hire Me For A Job, You're Hiring.