It’s an unseasonably warm October day in London, and Eddie Redmayne is gazing out of the window. I’m worried he wants to jump out of it solely to get away from this conversation.
“I suppose,” the actor stutters, “as any human would, you take each moment, each criticism, each interrogation, each, um... err...” He pauses. “Each opinion piece... um. Everyone’s voices...” He starts again. “Often something you’ve done is just a part of a much bigger discussion, and you try to make sense of it with the understanding and comprehension of any human being.” Redmayne turns back to me. He clears his throat.
