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I cannot smile and I don't pose
"I don't like my face at all. It's always, I've thought, been a great drawback to me. I've seen better-looking hot cross buns . . . What I said about my face, don't like it much—don't like anything about it—I don't like to see it at all. So I never do, really, go to see myself on the film, because it discourages me and puts me off for a long time and I lose confidence in myself."
My instinctive reaction to pictures of myself is hereby christened Tiny Ralph Richardson. He had a great face! I've just been watching him in Q Planes (1939), where his debonair, umbrella-carrying Major Hammond is agreed to have been the model for The Avengers' John Steed. He might have minded being up against Laurence Olivier as a very glossy young test pilot in the same year as Wuthering Heights, but I'm watching the smoothly whimsical intelligence agent who's never without his hat, even when he's up to his elbows in cooking. (. . . This film has a girl reporter and a ray gun. Super-secret aircraft. The villains are ambiguously Germanic. It's like pulp sci-fi meets proto-Bond. How in the name of Marconi have I never heard of it before?) I recommend the entire interview, especially the bits where he interviews the presenter. And I'll try to get better about my self-image before I'm seventy-three. I wouldn't mind the motorbikes, though.
My instinctive reaction to pictures of myself is hereby christened Tiny Ralph Richardson. He had a great face! I've just been watching him in Q Planes (1939), where his debonair, umbrella-carrying Major Hammond is agreed to have been the model for The Avengers' John Steed. He might have minded being up against Laurence Olivier as a very glossy young test pilot in the same year as Wuthering Heights, but I'm watching the smoothly whimsical intelligence agent who's never without his hat, even when he's up to his elbows in cooking. (. . . This film has a girl reporter and a ray gun. Super-secret aircraft. The villains are ambiguously Germanic. It's like pulp sci-fi meets proto-Bond. How in the name of Marconi have I never heard of it before?) I recommend the entire interview, especially the bits where he interviews the presenter. And I'll try to get better about my self-image before I'm seventy-three. I wouldn't mind the motorbikes, though.
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I recommend it! As of last night, it's still up on YouTube.