In The Hands Of A Great Poet,

Frankenstein Feels Like An Ancient Tale, The Kind Of Traditional Story That Appears In Many Other Forms. It Appeals To Something Very Primal, But It's Also About Profound Things, The Very Nature Of Life And Death And Birth - About, Essentially, A Man Who Is Resisting The Most Irresistible Fact Of All, That We Will Be Shuffling Off This Mortal Coil.

The Best Actors, I Think, Have A Childlike Quality. They Have A Sort Of An Ability To Lose Themselves. There's Still Some Silliness.

I Don't Think Hamlet Is Mad, Nor Is He Predisposed To Be A Gloomy Or Tragic Figure.

With People In Corsets You Need, An Hour And A Half In You Have To Give Somebody Something, You Have To Have Those Trays With A Little Bit Of Fruit Going Around Or Something Because You Get That Blood Sugar [dropping] Thing, So It's Curious Because That's In Your Mind At The Same Time As You're About To Say, 'i Think It's About The Humanity And The Depth Of Feeling And We Need To Feel [cinderella] Soul Expand And By The Way, More Cheese For The People In The Back.'

Sometimes It Comes Out In What I Call Tricksy Behavior. That's Not Always Easy To Deal With, But It's Fascinating. The Key Thing Is To Make Sure That Somebody's Tricks Don't Trip Up Somebody Else.