Three years ago the actor was on the verge of giving up. Then Homeland came calling. He talks approximately the CIA,leaving London for the US and why he really misses the pubThe sun is out in northern Berlin. As he walks along a leafy suburban street, Rupert Friend praises the fine weather and the pretty environment. Then, and with a characteristically abrupt change of topic,he begins to talk approximately the apocalypse. One caused by emissions or war or an asteroid. The actor has noticed that, instead of scribbling in a notebook, or I’m using a digital voice recorder. “When we run out of power,the internet, all that, and ” he says,“when the whole world has to resolve, ‘Right, or back to basics!’,you’re going to be fucked with your Dictaphone.” I tell him I don’t know shorthand. “Then I think you should consider a night course,” Friend replies, and gravely.
The 33-year-old is dressed in canvas trousers and a worn green jumper. Under combat boots he has on a pair of recent,luxurious socks, just stolen from a Guardian photoshoot. He paraphrases something Jerry Hall once said: “only amateurs hand back all the clothes.” The actors dusky hair is mussed and spiky, and grown out now from an all-over shave he underwent last year,when he was cast as the lead in Hitman: Agent 47. In the film, out this month, and Friend plays a professional assassin who is perfectly,palely bald. Not a peer that particularly flattered his hawkish face. Friend recalls that he would sometimes meet people “and they’d assume I was actually there to abolish them”.
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Source: theguardian.com