In 1997, Simon Hattenstone went to the pub with Pete Postlethwaite
while the actor, who died earlier this week, was starring in Macbeth
. Read the interview againAct One
: lunchtime, a pub in Bristol. Three men, actor Pete Postlethwaite
, Dennis, a publicist, and Dick, a producer, sit supping pints of Guinness. Enter a Journalist, who has never met the actor before.
Postlethwaite: "Simon, Simon. What can we do about this?"
Dennis: "You're late, and Pete has a full dress rehearsal in 20 minutes."
Exit Dick to get a round of drinks.
Postlethwaite: "Any chance of hanging around for three hours or so? Then we'll have a proper chat. A proper drink, a good time."
However often you've watched Pete Postlethwaite
on stage or screen, it's hard to prepare for the close-up: the compact body, dainty feet dressed in Kickers, the skin – cross-hatched with thin red contours – resembling a faintly exotic cheese,