My encounter with Gillian Anderson is a lively joust - with a constantly uncertain outcome. She arrives, punctual to the second, at the London hotel where we rneet, unencumbered by that ubiquitous and stultifying accoutrement of fame - the agent or PR person. But during our interview there will be a few times when I fear she might throw her glass of water over me and walk out. At 44, the acclaimed actress is a gorgeus, petite, blonde bundle of contradictions, warm yet reticent. One moment she's friendly, guileless, almost girlie; the next, edgy and suspicious. She says the problem is that it's ... [Continua a leggere]

My encounter with Gillian Anderson is a lively joust—with a constantly uncertain outcome. She arrives, punctual to the second, at the London hotel where we meet, unencumbered by that ubiquitous and stultifying accoutrement of fame—the agent or PR person. But during our interview there will be a few times when I fear she might throw her glass of water over me and walk out. At 44, the acclaimed actress is a gorgeous, petite, blonde bundle of contradictions, warm yet reticent. One moment she’s friendly, guileless, almost girlie; the next, edgy and suspicious.    S ... [Continua a leggere]

It’s a cold, wet, early morning on “Blue Monday", supposedly the most depressing day of the year, at a photographic studio in a cul de sac next to a decrepit garage in Dalston, east London, and I'm awaiting the arrival of a 5ft 3in, twice married mother of three, a once world-famous television star whose conversation has been likened to “wrestling with a crocodile". Oh dear. She’s also posed in knickers for a lads’ mag, been voted the world’s sexiest woman, won an Olivier nomination for her performance as Nora in Ibsen’s The Doll's House, and a Bafta n ... [Continua a leggere]