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(“Imagine Ed Wood attempting Brazil,” wrote film critic Lisa Rose.)Mr. “You love—I love New York, but you have your—”“Well, the one thing I like about L.

Fiennes put his high-beam gaze on to talk about the politics of the film. “We’re sitting here and it’s a lovely hotel,” he said, which he really meant, as he has spent a great deal of time this year living at the Mercer Hotel, in fact, “but these horrendous things are happening. A few blocks away a few years ago all this was just shattered. And it could be anything—it can be a trip across the road, it could be that trip to the doctor and he says, ‘I’m sorry, you only have a few years to live.’”Interviews are, he said, “too exhausting to hate.” He folded his napkin; he folded his napkin again. Then he’ll take a vacation before doing his few weeks’ work on the next Harry Potter.“It’s a great lot of fun,” he said, and broke into a sunny smile. Woods plays himself in Entourage’s forthcoming season. Madison, in a low-cut white-and-black geometric-patterned sleeveless top with snug white cropped pants, strappy black stilettos and a flashy black beaded cross around her neck—and, more importantly, a large diamond on her left ring finger—couldn’t help chiming in.“We love Los Angeles.

I suppose you reflect on how you behaved and the choices you’ve taken, and what the implications of those choices have been and what would have been.”The wolf has a dark side. Fiennes plays an idealistic soldier who participates in a rebel overthrow of power.

The film is not easily digestible; even the director refers to it as being noncommercial.

And sometimes the chanting takes place during one of his long, quiet speeches. Fiennes said that he knew his audience has heard the cheers for Ms.

Roberts, but that they are even less a distraction to him than the rare passing siren from the street.

Initially Kosminsky's atmospheric evocation of windswept moors and bleak interiors is encouraging, but any lurking promise is snuffed out somewhere between O' Connor and Binoche's first Goldie Hawn-ish giggling fit as the teenage Cathy.

The fatal flaw lies not in the two leads - Binoche is suitably headstrong and freespirited, while Fiennes' Heathcliff is all brooding torment - but in trying to cram the whole of a particularly complex novel into two hours.

First of all, I need to credit—I hope my memory’s correct—it’s another writer, Peter Mehlman, who I think came up with that story.

I had all the other stories [for the episode], and I was trying to come up with one [more].

Indeed, given this risky undertaking, it's tempting to call the final result an admirable failure, when damp squib comes closer to the mark.

That said, when a cloaked Sinead O' Connor, as Emily Bronte, the film's narrator, first comes stalking across the moors accompanied by Ryiuchi Sakamoto's haunting score, you're ready to toss all jaded scepticism out the window and believe anything for almost two hours.

Something we had always talked about was how—I think Peter was talking to someone—it was how, like, you can be dating a person, and if you tell them about a favorite movie of yours and they haven’t seen it or they don’t like it, it can be a big deal. And then I think at the time, was out, and that was sort of a dividing line; some people liked it, and some people didn't.