I'm doing well, thank you. All things considered this has been an encouraging year for me and my family.
It took some getting used to but the bulk of lockdown was pure family time. We sat down as a family for three meals a day the first few months. Lots of morning walks and many trips to the imaginary pub we named "Charlie's Best Pub." My eldest daughter is named Charlie. The pub could be on the kitchen floor or on the back deck if the weather was nice. We also watched a lot of television. We probably wouldn't have if circumstances were different. I also read through the complete Roald Dahl works several times with my eldest. It was the strangest gift of uninterrupted time and experiences with my kids and wife. I really enjoyed it.
Sure. Megan Fox leads myself and a kick ass South African team of actors, all playing hired guns, into a snatch and grab mission. As these things tend to do, the mission is compromised and we find ourselves not only fighting off a team of baddies but a rogue lion hell bent on taking us out one by one.
My good friend, MJ Bassett wrote and directed the film. Early on she asked me to have a read of the script and look at the role of Joey. Little did I realize she was actually offering me the role. We went back and forth on the phone a few more time before it was clear to me that she wanted me to play Joey. After that revelation I did some training with a few military friends of mine and started to get back into shape. When you accept a MJ Bassett movie, there is a certain amount of ass kicking you will receive... you have to be prepared for anything.
On the one hand it's chalk and cheese, completely and utterly different. Then on the other, it was a joy to be stepping back into a genre of film making I really enjoy.
Again, it's a day-to-day thing. I'll go weeks without any mention of Strike Back or SVU and then all of the sudden folks come out of the woodwork. My wife and I like to joke that we can always tell when the re-runs are on!
"Take the damn picture so I can get back to your side of the wall!"
Before kids, I'd have to say London. It was a place of such change and growth for me as a person. My grandmother took me in and let me live at her bed and breakfast for years while I completed drama school. I will forever cherish those years and that time with her. Since having kids though, my wife and I have carved out our own life and new rituals and traditions. Montana is once again home — for now.
Growing up with an English mother gave me a good ear and I was able to joke around and do accents as a kid. Fast forward to going to drama school in London back in 1999 and I was told that in order to work in the UK I would have to master the British accent. I remember making a choice to speak with a RP accent as much as I could and around as many people as possible, in order for it to feel real. Now it only gets me in trouble as my wife points out I turn it on when asking for things or ordering in a restaurant... busted.
I've been fortunate enough to work with some incredibly giving and patient actors. The two who come to mind immediately are the godparents to my oldest girl. We lived together in LA for years and stayed friends after we got married. They're just wonderful.
There are elements of myself in all the characters I've played. The most accessible ones are the action roles however. I just love that world and the joy it brings when, as a team, you and the cast and crew coordinate a great fight or stunt or just make it through a MJ Bassett shoot!
Running in the fields of my grandmother's farm in England.
My Mentor and dear friend Don Williams
Next to bacon
Sort your shit out — right now
South Africa. The people and the land. It gets into your blood and changes you.
Anything from the BBQ
Thinking I had control over who my kids would be. They come out pre-packaged. They know exactly who they are.
Someone will win and someone will lose
The dream starts out as me walking with the disciples, as though I am one of them, and we are all hanging around in our sandals and robes, chilling. I can't help but notice how all the other disciples have amazing beards and I'm very aware of my inability to grow decent facial hair. All the sudden, Jesus walks up to me and beckons me to the nearby river. He smiles and bids me to look in the cool water. I do, and as I lean down I get a split second glimpse of a full on beard, growing on my mug, and then I wake up. I have this dream often...
Well. If we could all assume less, and listen more — that would be a good place to start.