Keira interview (in bits)in Vogue Dec 2005..typed by me
Her office suggests we meet in the Electric Brasserie on Portobello Road, which is fine by me. The fashionable eating place is well enough accustomed to London's A-List (Hugh Grant and Jemima Khan, Sienna Miller and/or Jude Law, Kate Moss, Rachel Weisz, et cetera) that the staff should be cool. The last thing you want, when interviewing a pretty young actress, is a starstruck waiter. Especially now that--this week at least--Keira Knightley is UK-tabloid target numero uno. Her office just issued a bland factual statement saying that she "amicably split" from her hunky irish boyfriend, Jamie Dornan, so noe there's a money shot to aim at for London's gangs of bandit paparazzi: KEIRA--HEARTBROKEN!
Alas, when she slides onto the banquette opposite, in a black top and black cutoff jeans, nobody can be cool. This is no "pretty young actress" but a great, great beauty. In the flesh, her huge black eyes, dark feathered brows, sweep of jawline, and perfect mouth are gobsmacking. You're compelled to stare at her. Exceptional beauty is very rare; its power is arcane and magical; it unsettles people. She wears it like a couture gown or a Russian grand duchess's diaomond tiara, and it puts her at odds with the ordinariness of celebrity or the everyday attractiveness of any bright young woman in cutoff jeans. The waiter is not so much starstruck as worshiping when he takes her order for fish and mashed potato.
Struggling to turn my uncool stare unto something approaching professional curiosity, I ask if she's wearing any makeup at all. Brightley she says "Um--eyeliner! And, um--a bit of spot cream! But not anything else." Somehwhat to my relief, she speaks not in the tongues of angels but in the rapid breathy tones of any nicely raised kid from the (smarter) London suburbs: half street/half posh. The first ten minuted of my tape could be Kristin Scott Thomas or Elizabeth Hurley, bristling with crip little "actually"s and "abso
lutely"s. But once she's warmed up, her voice slides into regular London-estuarial (formerly known as cockney). Her hair is highlighted blonde and sliced into a (rare for her) punky, chin-length bob--she just felt like "getting it all chopped off," she says, and went to a local hairdresser on a whim. "I'd finished
Pride& Prejudice, and I was going to start shooting
Domino, and when they saw me they liked the short look, so that's what I wear in the film." As she chatters about clothes and style and shopping, the great weight of her unsettling beauty can be moved aside, and he can (just about) be seen as what she actually is: a spirited young actress who turned 20 only this year and who is poised for global approbation.
Pride & Prejudiceis a vast, beautiful, feel-good, Working Title production, set (rather like Gosford Park) in aristocratic country piles and stunning English rural landscapes.
okay thats part one...im taking a break and ill post more in a bit