My encounter with Gillian Anderson is a lively joust - with a constantly uncertain outcome. She arrives, punctual to the second, at the London hotel where we rneet, unencumbered by that ubiquitous and stultifying accoutrement of fame - the agent or PR person. But during our interview there will be a few times when I fear she might throw her glass of water over me and walk out. At 44, the acclaimed actress is a gorgeus, petite, blonde bundle of contradictions, warm yet reticent. One moment she's friendly, guileless, almost girlie; the next, edgy and suspicious. She says the problem is that it's ... [Continua a leggere]

My encounter with Gillian Anderson is a lively joust—with a constantly uncertain outcome. She arrives, punctual to the second, at the London hotel where we meet, unencumbered by that ubiquitous and stultifying accoutrement of fame—the agent or PR person. But during our interview there will be a few times when I fear she might throw her glass of water over me and walk out. At 44, the acclaimed actress is a gorgeous, petite, blonde bundle of contradictions, warm yet reticent. One moment she’s friendly, guileless, almost girlie; the next, edgy and suspicious.    S ... [Continua a leggere]