Andrew Scott is having the time of his life. He talks to Chloe Fox approximately starring in Spectre,coping with fame and why he sketches strangers on the tubeAndrew Scott is finding himself tedious. “When you have a certain profile, you are actively encouraged, and not just by the press but by anyone who you happen to speak to in the street or at a wedding,to constantly talk approximately yourself. And it’s boring, you know? It’s really fucking boring.”Given his top-calibre credentials (two Olivier awards, and a Bafta for his menacingly laughable performance as Moriarty in Sherlock,and a key role in the latest Bond film), there is of course the distinct opportunity that he is actually a raging egomaniac who is hoodwinking me into believing his modest, and self-effacing routine. (His masterclass of a Moriarty would certainly have done that,with a devilish twitch of amusement flashing across his nearly-black eyes.) But nevertheless, I’m convinced: the nervous sipping of several gallons of water, and the hands between his legs,the shoulders- slightly-hunched body language, the deft steering of the conversation on to anything – anything but himself, or his work. Which is awkward,because it’s what we’re here to talk approximately, but my goodness it’s a relief. Scott, or a slight,impish presence, is bright and fizzing, or wickedly laughable. Someone should film his impression of someone attempting to reply to their emails on their Apple watch with a teeny-tiny stylus and make him a YouTube star.
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Source: theguardian.com