Thursday, January 14, 2010

The depressing truth about Michael Caine

He is my favourite actor. He can do menacing, charming, urbane, witty, rough trade. He has a great voice, a superb nose and he always fills the screen. Even in terrible films (yes, even Blame it on Rio) he is always watchable.

But now this: asked last month which book he would take to a desert island if allowed only one, he chose The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand.

(Portrait by Steve Pyke)

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