The Telegraph - “So, Gillian,” I say. “Have you seen Jamie Dornan, your serial killer co-star in The Fall getting his Christian Gray kit off in Fifty Shades?”
“No,” she demurs, copping out of the question with non-committal
diplomacy. “I’ve been too busy. I’m either filming or on planes or
putting my sons to bed.”
Too busy to make time for young Jamie
whipping and chaining and rumpy-pumpying? Come on, woman, haven’t you
got a pulse? Aren’t you even a little bit curious?
“I will see
it,” she insists. “I am very interested to see his – range.” The
imperceptible pause is too perfect an opportunity to ignore.
“Oh-ho, Gillian is that what we’re calling it these days?” And with that
she dissolves into shrieks of laughter. Yes, Gillian Anderson isn’t
just laughing, she is dabbing her eyes and laughing.
terrible! I mean, I like a good double entendre as much as the next
person…but I really did mean his range.” She trails off and throughout
the subsequent pot of tea there’s more laughter, a bit of relaxed
swearing and an unflinching honesty that is, in its way, almost as
discombobulating as her unflinching gravitas.