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To Lisa Rinna, one of the perennially bickering divas of the long-running US reality TV institution The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, her actor husband is never just “Harry”. It’s always, no matter the context, “Harry Hamlin”. “Harry Hamlin is making us dinner.” “Harry Hamlin is a master pie-maker.” “You know, Harry Hamlin plays guitar.” A bit weird, right? But spend a few minutes with the man and it all starts to make sense. “Harry” seems far too pedestrian for the Eighties film heartthrob, who shot to fame as an oiled-up demigod in Desmond Davis’s Clash of the Titans (1981). “Harry” is a bloke you meet down the pub; “Harry Hamlin”, with his debonair drawl and old-Hollywood charm, is a movie star – a man who drifts eruditely between topics ranging from nuclear fusion to Shakespeare. “Aneutronic fusion is one of my big passions,” he says, off-handedly. “I have many passions.”
