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Was Clark on oath with all the details? And could it actually have been his closet gay streak which she sensed more shrewdly than Colin himself, and which made her feel safe around him?

Either way, it is a beguiling adventure. Poor Colin, out of his league and out of his depth

but the scene is utterly stolen from him

Branagh is tremendous as Olivier: this is a part he was born to play. It's a marvel to see the corners of his mouth extend outwards, in a grimace of distaste, and his eyes become dead black discs, like the eyes of a diamondback rattlesnake preparing to digest a large mammal

a nuclear fission of camp-theatricality

It is a complete joy to see Branagh's Olivier erupt in queeny frustration at Marilyn's lateness, space-cadet vagueness, and preposterous Method acting indulgence. He sometimes appears to be channelling the older and more sinister Olivier of Marathon Man, a movie in which the great man was again paired with a Method performer

not by hamming up the pouty lips and breathiness, but the scared and brimming eyes, wide with unshed tears – terrified and angered by the thought of another explosion of temper

not to be a bully in front of the entire crew:

that sours him

ups her game

intrigue is such a compulsion on a film set that it must always find an outlet somewhere

the lightning conductor

the perfect place for an intense, illusory affair: the idea that a sexual fling "doesn't count on location" is now an industry truism, because it is a world where the rules of the boring outside world are suspended
Truffaut's Day for Night, where the business of filming is itself madly sexy
could still have these serendipitous "morganatic" meetings with ordinary mortals