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.
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 do think that acting is such an unpredictable job, and you’re away a lot. If you’re dating somebody outside the industry, it can be hard to understand that.
