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More “The Crimson Petal And The White” Interviews, Articles, Reviews & Various Other Things

April9

Richard E. Grant talks about fatherhood, carpentry and being Michael Heseltine to Mariella Frostrup in a brief interview over lunch. appropriately titled “Richard E Grant – Lunch With Mariella”.

We also have an article featuring more on “The Dark Side Of Victorian London” along with a review by Michael Deacon titled “The Crimson Petal And The White – A Victorian Horror Story Too Big For The Small Screen”, another review at “The Crimson Petal And The White Review”, and more on the preview/review at “The Crimson Petal And The White Preview”.

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The Crimson Petal And The White

April9

Radio Times Website – 8th April, 2011

Richard E. Grant as Doctor Curlew in The Crimson Petal and The White
(Copyright BBC)

The Crimson Petal and the White – the first installment of the four part television mini – series adapted from Michael Faber’s novel started on April 6 on BBC2.

“Set in 1870’s London the story follows Sugar, a young prostitute, as she finds potential power and status after becoming the mistress of a powerful patriarch.” (IMDB)

Series cast includes Romola Garai (Sugar), Chris O’Dowd (William Rackham), Gillian Anderson (Mrs Calloway) and Richard E. Grant (Doctor Curlew).

Check the BBC2 TV website and their “The Crimson Petal and the White” page for times and schedule of each installment.

The Crimson Petal and the White Preview:

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London Telegraph 06 April 2011 Article –

Richard E Grant on The Crimson Petal and the White

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Richard E Grant On The Crimson Petal And The White

April6

The Telegraph – 6th April, 2011

Richard E Grant tells Benji Wilson about his new period drama The Crimson Petal and the White – and the perils of making movies.

By Benji Wilson

When Richard E Grant walks into the bar of London’s Soho Hotel everyone looks once, then looks again. The first look is because, 24 years since its release, Withnail and I is a totem of pop culture – almost everyone of a certain age knows that Withnail is over there. The double-take is because Grant looks odd today. It’s the hair – dyed a strawy blond and cut in a floppy half bob. Why would a man style himself like Michael Heseltine?

The answer is that Grant is meant to be Michael Heseltine – he begins filming The Iron Lady, a film with Meryl Streep as Mrs Thatcher, the next day.
“I have the eyebrows too,” says Grant, “but I don’t walk around the streets of Soho with those stuck on.”

Grant is a delight, mischievous and articulate, but with his still blue eyes and his clipped diction (and, in this instance, the Heseltine hair), he also possesses the concealed dagger in any actor’s armoury – a sniff of the sinister.

Robert Altman spotted it when he cast him as footman George in Gosford Park and director Marc Munden (The Devil’s Whore) tapped into it again by choosing Grant to play Dr Curlew in BBC Two’s adaptation of Michel Faber’s chunk of Victorian gothic, The Crimson Petal and the White. Curlew is possessed of tyrannically probing fingers, and his weekly “examinations” of the young, bedridden Agnes Rackham are all of a piece with the book’s fetid undertones.

“The costume designer decided that my character would wear a corset on the outside of his clothing. She said this would allude to a kind of lascivious, kinky quality that he has. It’s my first corset experience and probably my last – unless I’m cast in the Rocky Horror Show revival at Pitlochry. Which is possible.”

Indelible cameos like Dr Curlew make you wonder why we don’t see more of Grant on screen. The reason is that he’s spent much of the past six years making, or trying to make, his own films. His 2005 debut as a writer-director, Wah-Wah, set in Swaziland in the Sixties and loosely autobiographical, was critically acclaimed but turned into a protracted catfight with its producer, Marie-Castille Mention-Schaar. Grant documented their disastrous relationship in his book The Wah-Wah Diaries.

After that he wanted to direct a film based on Edward St Aubyn’s Some Hope trilogy, a true story about St Aubyn’s incestuous father. After several years in development this also hit a brick wall. “You can get an actor to do almost anything, but say, ‘I’m offering you a character who has sex with his eight-year-old son,’ and you’re doomed.”

He has spent the past year and a half trying to put together a film which he will direct called In with the Outlaws, a spoof Western set in England. He describes it as “Blazing Saddles meets Hot Fuzz” with the slight incantatory fatigue of someone who’s been pushing the pitch to film financiers. It is not, you sense, a part of the business he enjoys.

“The first thing they ask is, ‘The film that you did make, what was the budget? Was it on schedule? How much money did it make?’ It’s that brutal. You would not believe some of the questions. They say, ‘Oh, if that actress is going to be in it, could I meet her? Could I f— her?’ Absolutely that happens. If I hadn’t heard it first-hand I could lie to you.

I spoke to somebody last week who said you should try to make a fairy story that appeals to all ages, especially children, that is going to play in China. That is what is governing whether something is being made.”

If it is a tough time to be a director, Grant says the outlook for actors is little better. “Essentially, the money that people were offered five years ago is what you’re offered now.”

Yet if he is savagely candid about the business he is in, he is still, at “53 and three quarters”, excited by its potential. He has none of the usual actors’ snobbery about the small screen. “I watch TV all the time. Everything. Celebrity Jungle [sic]? Gillian McKeith?

I wanted to kick the television in. Which is a good thing. Boardwalk Empire, Mad Men, The Wire, The West Wing… Jimmy McGovern’s The Street and Accused are as good as it gets. I could quote you almost every episode of Gavin & Stacey verbatim. But I can’t do a Welsh accent.”

Why not be on TV more often, then? “Well, if Jimmy McGovern reads your paper, tell him to get the perfumed ponce with his middle-class vowels into The Street.”-

– ‘The Crimson Petal and the White’ begins tonight on BBC Two at 9.00pm

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/

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Richard E Grant – Lunch With Mariella

March13

The Observer, Sunday 13 March 2011

Richard E Grant: ‘I hate restaurants where waiters have a PhD in being up themselves’

Can the actor ever leave the debauched Withnail behind? Here he tries his hardest with tales of fatherhood, carpentry and being Michael Heseltine.

By Mariella Frostrup

Richard E Grant is used to being a slight disappointment. Since 1985 he’s carried the burden of playing the character with whom he’s since become synonymous, Withnail, the reprobate, unemployed actor from writer/director Bruce Robinson’s generation-defining Withnail and I. Deranged, delusional and dangerous to know, Withnail became an anti-hero for the angry youth of Thatcher’s reign. Despite the intervening decades, the impact of his brilliant characterisation is such that you still expect him to come staggering in, bottle of vodka in hand, frock coat flapping and an air of icy malice sending a chill wind round the room.

So it’s a bit of a let-down when the lithe, fresh-faced Grant enters the low-key trattoria off Portobello Road that he’s chosen for our lunch date. He’s anything but the rebel as he winds his way through the sea of white paper tablecloths, apologising that he’s five minutes late in an accent still recognisably from southern Africa despite having lived in the UK for 30 years. His eyes are extraordinary, the palest of blue, and equally unsettling is the freshly dyed mane of red hair. It looks as if an alien object has landed on his head. “Sorry about my hair,” he announces, and explains that he’s about to play Michael Heseltine in the biopic Iron Lady, directed by Mamma Mia!’s Phyllida Lloyd and starring Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher. He’s been researching by watching clips of Hezza on YouTube, reading Thatcher’s autobiography and touring Cabinet offices for instruction on protocol. “I had no idea that you would never refer to somebody in a cabinet meeting by their name,” he says. “You refer to them by the job they do, like ‘Defence’. It’s like shorthand. You would never say. ‘Mariella, when you’re head of showbiz, tourism and fabulousness….'”

I wonder how he can be so in tune with my secret aspirations. The Thatcher era is one with which he feels affinity. Originally from Swaziland, Grant arrived in the UK at a key moment for the Iron Lady: “It was the day ships sailed from Portsmouth to the Falklands, 29th of April 1982, and the story covers the last 30 years since I’ve been in England so it’s riveting to go back through it all.”

I steer him back from this attack of luvviedom to the menu, as he has barely an hour to spare before an audition with Bryan Singer, the director of The Usual Suspects, who is about to make a blockbuster in the UK. That he still has to tout his wares in a line-up comes as a surprise.

“Unless you are an enormous name, you never stop auditioning,” he says. “I auditioned yesterday in a queue of five others. I knew three of them. They say, ‘We want you but with dark hair, shorter, wider, older, younger.’ You have to go along with it, otherwise you may never work again.”

It does seem a humiliating scenario for the 53-year-old father of a grown daughter (at the University of East Anglia, studying creative writing) and you wonder why he continues to put himself through the agony. I ask him which one of all the characters he’s played, many of grotesques, is his personal favourite?

“They’re all so bloody awful. I suppose the movie that I enjoyed most was with Denholm Elliott and Julie Walters called Killing Dad that came out at the Shaftesbury Avenue Odeon in 1989 for four days and was being given away free with copies of Woman’s Own two months later. Working with Julie Walters was so hilarious that I’ll never forget that, but character and all the rest – that bit fades away. I’m sorry, I’m being absolutely hopeless here…”

He pauses for dramatic effect and bends down to sniff the rather sweaty-looking shavings of parmesan on his newly arrived spaghetti arrostiti, exhaling with ecstasy, as though he’s undergone an olfactory orgasm. It’s quite a performance, and makes me wonder what further lengths he’d go to in order to avoid self-examination. I do the polite British thing and change the subject, asking him what he likes about the restaurant.

“I hate fucked-about food,” he says. “Where the table has to be 42 inches away from the other table, the napkin has to be Michelin star; the waiters have a PhD in upthemselvesness.”

So instead we’re here in this neighbourhood joint, where I’m served burrata in an industrial-sized portion and vongole that’s a little bit gritty but otherwise delicious. He comes here every Saturday for lunch, followed by a wander around the antiques market. “I’ve been going to Golborne Road for the past 30 years so they know my mug round there very well.”

What does he buy?, I ask

“Just stuff. I’m a hoarder. I’d be bored in an environment that was one colour with a pot with a perpendicular lily sticking out in one direction. I’d feel like I was in a mental asylum.”

The urge to hoard is shared with his friend, Withnail writer and director Bruce Robinson, who believes it to be a compulsion born of difficult childhoods. Grant documented his own troubled upbringing in his directorial debut, 2005’s Wah-Wah, which explored his father’s alcoholism and his parents’ unravelling marriage, set against the dramatic backdrop of 1968’s independence celebrations in Swaziland.

The film took many by surprise, confirming that, unlike many of his fellow thespians, Grant has other skills to fall back on. These also include DIY. “I’ve put up shelving, built a doll’s house for my daughter,” he says. “I like fixing things.”

Such domesticity is some way from the Hollywood high life satirised in his 1996 diaries With Nails, feted for their acute observations about life behind the scenes. Grant himself lives a quiet life in Richmond with his partner of 27 years, the casting director Joan Washington, with fame for its own sake holding little allure. That said, he’s an I’m a Celebrity addict and didn’t miss one episode of the last series: “I felt bereft when it ended. You could not make up Gillian McKeith, narcissistic gorgon that she is. I challenge anybody to make up somebody like that – no actor could.”

That’s high praise indeed from someone who’s played so many unpleasant narcissists, the latest of which is the nasty Doctor Curlew in the BBC’s adaptation of the Victorian melodrama The Crimson Petal and the White. If neither the fame nor the lifestyle appeal, his career does at least keep him young.

“I once went to a university reunion, and was like a teenage delinquent compared to the majority of people there,” he says. “I think you fast become middle aged in more regular professions.”

I ask if maturity has had a positive impact on the roles he’s offered.

“I’m a veteran now, apparently,” he says with relish. “A young actor came up to me and said, ‘I’ve just been up for an audition and they said they were after a young Richard E Grant.’ That was an awful moment of realisation, but there’s no answer other than just be grateful that they’re asking for any version at all!”

As he gets up to leave I ask what his feelings are for the character he remains synonymous with after all these years.

“The guy Withnail was based on ended up unsuccessful, dying of alcoholism at the age of 49. So it was a grim end for him. But people still say, ‘I loved your film’. I used to ask them which one but now I don’t bother. It’s always ‘that’ film.”

Then he’s gone, whisked into a waiting car, off to show Bryan Singer who else he’s got locked up in there.

The Crimson Petal and the White is on BBC2 from 23 March

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Richard E. Grant, Sugar And Spice – The Dark Side Of Victorian London

March7

The Telegraph – March 7th, 2011.

By Sally Williams

London, 1870s: I’m sitting in the Fireside Tavern with a bunch of Victorian prostitutes. You can tell that they are prostitutes because they have got too much bosom bulging from too-tight bodices; too much hair spilling from pinned-up locks; and too much face powder on over-bright cheeks. It is a haze of taffeta and cleavage that has been recreated from snapshots of Victorian whores. Romola Garai is about to make her big entrance.

These prostitutes are extras from BBC Two’s The Crimson Petal and the White, the forthcoming big-name four-hour mini-series featuring Garai, Gillian Anderson, Richard E Grant and Chris O’Dowd. Directed by Marc Munden, and adapted from Michel Faber’s book of the same name, it charts the relationship between Sugar (Garai), a superior prostitute, and William Rackham (O’Dowd), a perfume magnate.

Faber’s novel is a vivid Dickensian epic about lust, outsiders, class and power. It is also a brilliant work of historical accuracy. His world is furnished with extraordinary detail of the sweat, noise, filth and colour of Victorian London. He even exposed uncomfortable truths, such as the fact that the powder the prostitutes douched themselves with as a post-sex contraceptive was a horrific toxic mix. ‘Michel Faber has produced the novel that Dickens might have written had he been allowed to speak freely,’ one reviewer wrote.

In 2007, five years after Faber’s book was published, David Thompson, the former head of BBC Films and the founder of Origin Pictures, an independent film and television production company, read a copy on holiday. He was gripped by the story of how Sugar, 19, escapes her brothel to become Rackham’s mistress – and subsequently the governess for his daughter, Sophie. ‘I was completely obsessed with it, completely fell in love with it,’ he says. ‘It shows you Victorian London in a way you have never seen before, but most of all it’s a really ripping emotional yarn with incredible characters.’

These include Mrs Castaway (Anderson), vicious and vinegar-thin, who is Sugar’s madam and also, it transpires, her mother. Sugar was 13 when her mother first tiptoed to her bed to tell her there was a gentleman come to keep her warm. The novel’s ‘hero’, Rackham, who is married to Agnes (Amanda Hale) but blooms under Sugar, metamorphosing into a man of business, churning out mid-market face creams, certainly lacks moral principles, but is not quite an out-and-out villain. Agnes is a delicate child-bride, sent close to the edge by fear of her monthly periods and the internal probings of creepy Dr Curlew (Grant).

And then there is Sugar, pin-thin with a congenital skin condition, a kind of goddess among whores (you can do things to her that others won’t allow). She puts men at her mercy with a unique combination of sexual debasement and a bountiful brain.

Thompson returned from holiday and straight away tried to secure the rights, but found they were tied up with a big international film company. ‘By good luck for us, they didn’t pursue it and they let the option go,’ he says. Origin bought the rights in 2008. The big question was how to film it. Here is an 800-page novel; a sumptuous meal of prose; a film true to the content would last for days.

Thompson approached Lucinda Coxon, a playwright and screenwriter best known for Happy Now?, which played at the National Theatre in 2008. They had worked together on The Heart of Me, a film adaptation of Rosamond Lehmann’s novel. And Coxon knew all about Crimson Petal as she had been approached for the film adaptation.

‘That didn’t work out and when I reread Crimson Petal I was astonished by it. I had a much bigger emotional response. It’s partly that one grows up a bit, but probably the main thing that had happened to me in the meantime was that my daughter had got much older. When I first read the book she was a baby, and suddenly the last third of the book, where Sugar is involved with Rackham’s daughter, made so much more sense to me.’

The result is that Coxon has made parenting the prism. ‘I think it’s a story full of people looking for mothers,’ she says. Sugar is damaged by her mother, and so is Rackham (his ran away); Sophie is neglected – we don’t even discover Rackham has a child until about halfway through the novel; and Mrs Emmeline Fox, Dr Curlew’s daughter, who volunteers for the Rescue Society, a charity that helps to reform prostitutes, becomes a sort of a mother to the fallen women.

But what about the sex? Crimson is a huge story; a great read. But it’s so filthy. Faber never resorts to softcore euphemisms such as ‘manhood’ or ‘member’. ‘Sex is hardcore,’ Faber commented in an interview. ‘It should be hardcore. I can’t see the point of having a pink-tinged, fluffy version of sex.’

Won’t nice, wholesome BBC Two viewers be horrified? ‘When I had that conversation early on with the BBC, they said, “Oh, don’t worry about that,” ‘ Coxon recalls. ‘When you’re looking at a book that big, and one so full of complications, the last thing you worry about is whether or not you can see an erect penis.’
Ben Stephenson, the controller of BBC drama commissioning, emphasises the point. ‘We want Crimson to be sexy and dark and driven by psychology. Period drama like you’ve never seen it before.’

Coxon is not as explicitly carnal as the novel, nor as vile (there is one very disturbing scene in the novel involving Rackham and ‘twin’ girls). But Sugar and Rackham do work through a varied menu, and the sex is mostly hoggish with lots of close-ups on Sugar’s eyes. The point is to show that she is calculating how to get the most of her latest victim.

‘I didn’t want it to become prurient,’ Coxon says. ‘ “Oh, the awful things these prostitutes suffer. Come and have a look at one of them now! Oh, it’s disgusting!” ‘ Sugar, she says, is not as compliant as her clients would like to believe. ‘There’s an exciting tension between her brain and her abasement, and that’s partly because she has engineered that. She is manipulating other people so they can force her into something that she has already anticipated.’

Back at the Fireside, which is in fact Wilton’s, a Victorian music hall in east London (‘We’re not in Cranford land,’ Grant Montgomery, the production designer, says. ‘St Giles, the area where Sugar lived, was a kind of Devil’s Acre – the police wouldn’t go there unless they were armed’), I’m struck by some of the details of the prostitutes’ outfits. There are pink spangly socks from Primark; high-heeled lace-up brogues from Matalan; and one of the prostitutes looks more like a wayward schoolgirl: all large gold hoop earrings and fingerless lace gloves.

‘We wanted to get away from television period genre tropes: things we’ve seen before,’ Steve Lightfoot, the producer, says. Consequently, all period-costume clichés have been banned. The prostitutes wear bruised colours: purples, yellows, greens, blues. ‘Nothing jolly, pretty or decorative,’ Annie Symons, the costume designer, points out. She has flouted history by adding a ferret-fur stole here, a feather hair clip there. Sugar’s ‘arch whore’ dress is trimmed with fake human hair from Shepherd’s Bush market. ‘I just wanted to feed into the corporeality,’ Symons explains. ‘Make it quite animal and sexual.’ Her chief inspirations were Alexander McQueen, Max Ernst, A Clockwork Orange and Gangs of New York, not historical sources in museum archives.

This is a key scene where Rackham and Sugar first meet. He has read about Sugar in More Sprees in London, a publication for the man about town which surveys ‘hocks’ (cheapest brothels) and ‘prime rump’. Their meeting over a drink is a pre-coital warm up. But rather than a quick cut to stockings lying on the boudoir floor, Rackham gets a talk about Ruskin, and then more talk about Tennyson.

There’s a blast of cold air as the door swings open and Romola Garai walks in. She looks extraordinary. Her pale porcelain skin is set off by a slate-grey dress; her long, long limbs and high-crowned hat elongate her so her 5ft 9in looks about 6ft 3in. Her back is straight, her head held high and her lips are cracked with a special paste that she says is amazing because you can flake it off on camera to make it look like real eczema. The whole effect – the red hair, the height, the fair eyelashes, the flaking lips – is ethereal and other-worldly, and of course makes all the other prostitutes look like squat toads.

‘I wanted her to stand out,’ Jacqueline Fowler, the make-up designer, says. ‘I didn’t want anybody else to be red-headed. I broke a lot of rules in what you would do [with a leading lady]. All the little flaws that people have, I actually wanted to play on – like not tinting any eyelashes, and I didn’t want to have any blusher or red lipstick.’

Garai’s performance is electric. One minute she’s flinty, cold-eyed and dangerous; the next she looks ravishing, cheeks flushed and red curls swirling around her face. You really believe she is capable of calculation.

‘We did audition a lot of actresses, but she’s got a very great mastery of the complexity of the part,’ Thompson says. ‘She brings a lot of nuance, a lot of subtlety, a great intelligence and she is also very beautiful. It’s very hard to find one actor with a combination of all these things.’

When I meet Garai she explains that she has played lots of period heroines (As You Like It, Atonement, Emma) and is loving this because it is so different. ‘Normally with costume dramas everyone is going, “Oooh, it looks so beautiful.” And they get married in the end. This is not like that at all.’

Crimson requires her to go topless, have sex in compromising positions and squat over a bowl. Did she struggle with that? ‘Well, on the one hand you have all this guff about it being a strong, amazing part, but if your tits are out for 25 minutes at the beginning, you think, how do you play it? But Lucinda’s attitude to the sex is something I felt very comfortable with. She makes it very clear in her script that Sugar is not racked with ecstasy. It’s a job and she’s very good at it, but it’s as a result of child abuse and let’s not be coy about that.’

Chris O’Dowd is an enticing prospect because he is best-known for the comedy The IT Crowd. O’Dowd’s face isn’t Byronic but luscious and squashy. ‘There are nice moments of humour and I’ll probably play those a little stronger than maybe another actor,’ he says. He also fulfils the filmmakers’ drive for freshness, although he reminds me that he has been in period drama before, including Gulliver’s Travels.

‘You don’t want the same old faces, and Chris has a refreshing openness to him,’ Lightfoot says. ‘We’re trying to make it a little more modern, a little more odd, a little more dangerous.’

These are dark waters, and Richard E Grant wastes no time in muddying them further as the sinister Dr Curlew. ‘I’ve been given pointy shoes and pointy sideburns,’ he says when I ask him how he highlights his character’s creepiness. Grant’s last period drama was Gosford Park, where he had a wildly different experience playing an under-footman called George, who resented the stuffed shirts upstairs and bonked every parlour maid he could.

‘Everything is sex in my experience,’ he says. ‘It’s about the wanting of it, or the longing for it, or the not having it or the unrequited nature of it – it’s all that, and Dr Curlew doesn’t get anything, so all that energy has to go into something else.’ He goes on, ‘Marc [Munden] has insisted that it is played very quietly and is not in any way histrionic. Just somebody who is very focused on getting what he wants.’

This is the chord that Munden likes to strike. ‘He’s incredibly bold and modern and has got a real desire to be different,’ Lightfoot says. Best-known as the director of the mini-series The Devil’s Whore (2008), Munden started out as an assistant for Mike Leigh, Derek Jarman and Terence Davies. His style is artful. There are no long, languorous shots of landscape. The camera never stops. It cuts in tight on the actors; plays with focus and angles. The action unfolds in disjointed sequences designed to take you into the psyche of the character. You feel him probing ahead, twisting and turning in a dozen directions.

So what will Faber make of it? ‘I don’t think that anyone could reasonably claim that The Crimson Petal is one of those guided tours of a tourist 19th century, where you go to look at all the pretty costumes,’ he observed of his novel soon after it was published. This four-part series may not make historical sense, but in its aim to shake the good manners of costume drama, it does Faber proud.

‘The Crimson Petal and the White’ starts on BBC Two on March 16

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