Monthly Archives: March 2010
You know you’re not going to win. You’re seated in second-class. You’ve trodden on someone’s dress. Author Neil Gaiman on what it’s like to be invisible at the Oscars Continue reading… Continue reading
The performances are solid and the directing is inspired. But Martin Scorsese’s grand ambitions sit uneasily on what is essentially an old-fashioned melodrama. Peter Bradshaw is exasperated by this shaggy dog tale Continue reading… Continue reading
Her tiny frame and bubble-light voice have made Shirley Henderson a shoo-in for roles such as Harry Potter’s Moaning Myrtle – but don’t be fooled she’s a tough cookie
The first thing you notice about Shirley Henderson is that no one else notices her. Dressed in a demure, plain-coloured shift and clutching a handbag too small to carry more than a lipstick and purse, she slips quietly through the half-empty Glasgow cafe in which we’ve arranged to meet. She slides stealthily into the seat next to mine. An attempt at a kiss – air or cheek – would, I sense, be an error; Henderson prefers the professional formality of an army officer’s handshake.
It would be a mistake to interpret Henderson’s understated appearance as the attention-avoiding tactic of a mildly famous celebrity, though she has certainly taken roles that have granted her a modicum of fame – many will know her as the downtrodden teenage ghost Moaning Myrtle in the Harry Potter movies, or the obsessive-compulsive Charlotte in ITV’s Dirty Filthy Love, for which she earned a Royal Television Society award nomination in 2005.