It’s a difficult thing when you try and make a film of a book that you really love. You have about two hours to tell the story, and it’s never going to be enough.
It’s an interesting thing when you discover something about yourself. To go: ‘Wow, I’m not the person I thought I was. I’m in the middle of something and I can’t actually deal with it.’
I tried college for three months but I was desperately unhappy. I just wanted to perform. I was getting straight As but I had no friends and cried every day.
You already feel unsure of yourself, and then you see your worst fears in print. It really knocked me – which is why, I think, I was working, working, working, because I was trying to run away from the fact that I thought I couldn’t do it.
I don’t quite understand what Tolstoy’s actual personal view of Anna is – whether he likes her or hates her, whether she’s the heroine or the antiheroine.
