Granted, half the fun of Rupert Everett is looking at him, but he has a lovely voice, as this conversation posted by the Sydney Morning Herald demonstrates. He's down under launching his latest book, the memoir Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins, which Simon Callow called "a startling self-portrait, unapologetic but not in the least confessional, in-depth but not analytical, of someone who has done exactly what he has wanted when he has wanted, and to hell with the consequences... a superb and unexpectedly inspiring achievement."
All well and good, but Everett's book dishes the dirt on acting, sex, heroin, and Hollywood generally. If he does it in glittering, Firbankian prose, that's just gravy.--David E
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