Parts Win Prizes, Not Actors.

Each Character I Play Has Different Dimensions. I'm Not Interested In Words That Pull Them Together.

I Have A Photograph At Home Of Fred Astaire From The Knees Down With His Feet Crossed. It's Kind Of Inspiring Because It Reminds Me His Feet Were Bleeding At The End Of Rehearsals. Yet When You Watch Him, All You See Is Freedom. It's A Reminder Of What The Job Is About In General, Not Just Being In Musicals.

Talent Is An Accident Of Genes - And A Responsibility.

On The Screen Were Some Flashback Shots Of Daniel, Emma And Rupert From Ten Years Ago. They Were 12. I Have Also Recently Returned From New York, And While I Was There, I Saw Daniel Singing And Dancing (brilliantly) On Broadway. A Lifetime Seems To Have Passed In Minutes.

With The Best Intentions, The Job Of Acting Can Become A Display Of Accumulated Bad Habits, Trapped Instincts And Blocked Energies. Working With The Alexander Technique Has Given Me Sightings Of Another Way... Mind And Body, Work And Life Together. Real Imaginative Freedom.