Helena Bonham Carter has rhe best laugh: a helpless, filthy and mischievous cackle. And nothing makes this 46 year old laugh more than the disastrous interviews she has given over the years. Like the one where she unleashed political havoc by saying that her friend David Cameron actually wasn’t all that conservative really. Or where she deadpanned that the interlinking corridor between her house and Tim Burton’s was actually an underground tunnel patrolled by bats. “I’m a liability,” she sighs, stretching out on the sofa in the corner of the over-lit local cafe she has chosen for our interview and pulling her long black slouchy socks up to her knees. “I really should just try not to talk at all.”
But talk she certainly does, chattterbox-fast (between sips of the four drinks – coffee, diet coke, water and orange juice – she has in front of her ) and without a stop button. Bonham Carter doesn’t do Hollywood soundbites. She also doesn’t finish sentences or take her eyes off her iPhone – complete with Playboy bunny ears – each new photo prompting a new thought. Stories are started and never finished; topics picked up, played with and dropped. In four sentences we get from the Leveson Inquiery to Gifford’s Circus. “What star sign are you?” she wonders at one point. “Oh you’re a Gemini too. Oh well then we don’t stand a chance.”
Girlfriend is insanely Gemini – and i am going to send one of my fab new Neptune Dream Diaries to the person who comes up with the best caption for the top picture. Some inspiration might be found here.