Sean Bean - Troy Story

 

Source: Independent
15 May 2004

 

Photos by Eva Vermandel

Click on the thumbnails.
Thanks to Anne and Penny!

 

Sean Bean stars opposite Brad Pitt in Hollywood's new $200m swords-and-

sandals epic. Not bad, says Deborah Ross, for a man who couldn't cut it

on the cheese counter at M&S

Meet Sean Bean at a London hotel. I arrive first, light up, then he arrives,

and lights up, but that's OK because, come the weekend, he's off to see

Allen Carr, the give-up-smoking man - that's the GIVE-UP-SMOKING MAN

for those of you who have read his books and know Mr Carr repeats

everything in capitals - and "I've spoken to 'im and 'e says carry on, like,

for now. No point torturing yourself."

 

I say the trouble with becoming a non-smoker is that you no longer get to

hang out with smokers and, as every smoker knows, smokers are a lot more

fun than non-smokers. "It's true, that," he says. "I used to travel from

London to Sheffield quite a lot when I was a student and I always found

that in the smoking carriage there was a lot of chatter and laughter.

It was quite dull in the other carriages."

 

I further point out that smokers are less likely to know what things like

endowment mortgages actually are, which seems like a good thing to me.

"Absolutely," he agrees. "That's one of the words you hear so often but have

no interest whatsoever in finding out what it means." Rather like the

offside rule? Of course, Sean being a crazed Sheffield United fan with,

even, "100% Blade" tattooed up one arm, I say this purely to torment

him (tee-hee, not that I do understand the rule). He then, naturally, does

what all men do in these instances, which is try to explain it with whatever

props are to hand. In this case, it is coffee cups.

 

"Now, what 'appens is ..." he says, rearranging the cups on the table between

us.

 

"Oh, pur-lease," I say. "I can feel my brain closing down already. Going into a

coma, going into a coma ... impending coma alert ... shoulders slumping, eyes

closing ..." "You don't want to know?"

 

"Sorry."

 

"Fair enough," he says.

 

I hope this won't drive a wedge between us, though. I'm already quite taken

with him.

 

Dishy? not conventionally, not in the usual Hollywood way, and his hair-do

does teeter dangerously on the brink of mullet-hood, which is never especially

classy in a man. But he does have something. Certainly, lots of ladies think

so, judging by the number of adoration-proclaiming fan websites out there

where messages are posted every time he puts his socks on. Spooky? "It's a

bit strange, yeah, but I'm not familiar with computers and I've no wish to go

to websites and have a look at what is going on with me. I suppose if you

thought about it, it could make you feel a bit shaky." Do you see yourself as

a bit of a dish? "Not really. I'm not complaining about it but it's not something

I would describe myself as."

 

What does he have? I think it might be a sex thing. Pure and simple. "He's

lovely and hairy and a bit rough," says a colleague. Good in bed, then? "He

looks like he should be." She does not think, if it came to it, that she'd put

out an impending coma alert. On the other hand, if he got too Mellorsy - "we

come off together that time, m'lady" - she might have to have a word. Ladies

first, after all.

 

Anyway, we are here, ostensibly, to talk about Troy, the mega Hollywood,

$200m blockbuster based on Homer's epic poem, The Iliad, in which Sean

plays Odysseus, who also has a hair-do dangerously teetering on mullet-hood.

(Strange how some hairstyles don't change even after thousands of years.)

Sean is great in it. And looks cracking - take note, girls! - in leather skirt

thingy and sandals. Did you get to keep the outfit, Sean? "No. Just the Greek

helmet which I've got on me sideboard." It was a wonderful film to make and,

yes, he liked Brad Pitt - "very down to earth; not a prima donna at all" - and

it was a joy to work with Peter O'Toole, one of his all-time heroes. "First time

I met him he was in a robe with a cigarette holder and he said, 'Sean, how

are you, dear boy?' He was just how I imagined him to be. It was a great

moment."

 

Did you explain the offside rule to him, with swords and breastplates?

"Didn't need to. We talked mostly 'bout cricket. Yorkshire cricket." Sean's a

big fan of the old-school stars: Richard Burton, Richard Harris, Robert

Stephens. "They lived life on their terms, and why not? There are no rules

saying you have to do this and you have to do that. They did it on their own

terms and had a great time doing it." Anyone left like that, apart from O'Toole?

"John Hurt. Really fabulous actor. He's got that wonderful quality. That elegance,

charm, humour, wit and passion. All those qualities combined. "

 

I'd sort of expected Sean to be bloody hard work. Previous interviews have

indicated he is a reluctant subject, to say the least, and curiously passionless.

"A few years ago I was very averse to publicity and perhaps too proud and

reclusive and I weren't doing anyone any f good, including meself. I understand

now there is a reason to do it and it can be positive. I'm much more comfortable

with it now." He says he's never been at ease with the whole celebrity shebang.

"I know it's a cliché but it's the work that I do and the parts that I play that

I enjoy rather than the fame or anything." Has your head ever been turned?

"Yeah, yeah. There are times when it's all very pleasant. You get looked after

with cars and limos and nice hotels. You do become very mollycoddled and

you are tempted to believe ... I don't know ... that you are someone other

than yourself. I think everyone's head is slightly turned by it." Best bit of

mollycoddling? "Um ... toiletries. You get a lot of toiletries. It's a courtesy

thing." I assume we are not talking big tubs of E45. "No," he confirms,

"we're not."

 

I don't think he is passionless, but it can be tricky getting him going. He is

understandably keen to keep his private life (three marriages; three divorces;

three daughters) private. I ask only if he regrets not being better at being

married. "Not really, no," he says, "I thought I was all right." And he doesn't

really have a public life, never appearing in Heat or party snapshots or the like.

Plus - and this is a big plus, I think - he just isn't into self-analysis. As an

actor, he just sort of goes and does it, which, I should add, doesn't make

him any less of an actor.

 

His big breakthrough role was as Sharpe in the TV adaptations of the Bernard

Cornwell novels, and Cornwell is huge fan. "I don't think Sean was how I'd

imagined my Sharpe," he says, "but the moment I saw him on screen I found

him utterly convincing. I now have him in mind as I write the books. He's a

very powerful actor." He adds that when Sean played Macbeth in the West

End last year, "I went twice, because it was just such a stunning performance."

So not just a tattooed tough nut from the terraces, as sometimes assumed. A

chauvinist, though? Did you really once remark that a woman's place is in the

home? "I didn't really say that. I just said something about most women wanting

to be at home when they have a baby, and it got interpreted as me saying

women should be in the kitchen doing chops." Or hotpot? Sometimes a

woman can get bored of only doing chops, you know. "Or 'otpot," he concedes.

 

Sean Bean was born in Sheffield, son of a steelplater dad and secretary mum.

Earliest memory? "I suppose my house in Sheffield. Me dad walking down the

road after work. Waiting for him at the gate. That's still vivid for me." As a

Seventies schoolboy, was it a Chopper or a Chipper? "A Chopper. I got one for

Christmas. Big leather seat. Wing mirrors. It were orange but I wound black

tape all over the frame because you had to customise them." I say his family

must live in a constant state of astonishment at the way things have turned

out for him. He says they do, but he doesn't. Come on, Sean. You once worked

for your dad's steelplating business and now here you are, being showered

with limos and toiletries that aren't E45, and going on set with Brad and

Peter and Orlando (Bloom). Don't you ever think: bloody hell! "Yeah. You do

look around and there are some quite big names, but I don't tend to be

phased by that." Perhaps they are thinking: bloody hell, Sean Bean! "Yeah."

 

He never got his head down at school, just wasn't interested. "I can hardly

remember anything about it. I didn't really start reading until I'd left school

when I was 17 when I just had this real hunger for literature." What blew your

socks off? "Oscar Wilde. Loved reading his work. Still do. And that led to other

things - plays, philosophers, Nietzsche, Homer. I didn't realise there was such a

world." He could, post-school, have had a career in cheese, but seriously

mucked up. "I got a job in M&S, Sheffield, on the cheese counter. I lasted for

about four hours on a Wednesday morning. It were in the basement. Big lumps

of cheese. Really unpleasant smell. Used to wear a white coat and white paper

hat. Stayed till dinner time, had me dinner, then got on the bus and went

home. I just felt an idiot, walking round in this paper 'at." Sean, call yourself

an actor? Couldn't you at least have acted like someone interested in cheese?

"Cheese, cheese, smell my lovely cheese ..." That's the ticket. "That's Alan

Partridge." Oh, you nearly had me convinced. I was about to order a half

pound.

 

He also tried art college "I didn't go for very long. I went for a day." Well,

your life in art, at least, lasted twice as long as your life in cheese. "After

my life in cheese," he says, beginning over, "I went to one art college but

then went to another one in Rotherham." What was wrong with the first

one? "It weren't what I thought it would be. There was a lot of posing

going on and I felt a little bit uncomfortable with it. I thought people

were being a bit pretentious, but I suppose they would be as art students,

wouldn't they?" He thought he would be a painter, was a painter, even

sold a few of his paintings - "figurative, but influenced by all the surrealists" -

but two weeks (a record!) into the second art college he happened upon

the drama course. "I was looking though the door and I saw people

acting and I thought maybe I should try this."

 

Why? Why did you think you should try it? What was it in you? I mean,

presumably you'd seen people mend cars or whatever but you never

thought: I should try becoming a mechanic. "I used to like flamboyant

artists like David Bowie and Iggy Pop and all that. I found their theatricality

exciting, but couldn't think of a way of doing that meself. I was doing

everything. I was painting, writing poetry, learning piano, learning French ...

and acting seemed to combine everything. It just seemed to solidify

everything. And once I'd switched from art to drama that was it." Did you

ever doubt you could act? "No." Ever regret what could have been re:

cheese? "No."

 

Eventually, he applied to Rada and was accepted. He remembers getting

the letter. "I knew it was from Rada because it had the stamp on it.

I took it up to my bedroom. It was quite a big moment when I opened

it and it said: 'We are pleased to accept you ...' I were totally overjoyed.

I ran down the road to my girlfriend of the time - she lived about 300 yards

away - and knocked at her door and said: 'I've got in, I've got in!'" A Billy Elliot

moment? "The best moment." He has largely played rough types, angry

types, warrior types like Boromir in Lord of the Rings, and I wonder if he

ever longs to play, say, a sensitive poet. "Why would I?" Why wouldn't you?

"What did you say?" Sensitive poet. "Oh, I thought you said 'Jasper

Carrot'." Well, you could play him too, if you like. "I would. If it's a good

script, and the character has potential, I'll play anything."

 

He lives in Belsize Park, north London, and seems happy enough. He sees a

lot of his daughters and is fond of his garden. "I like gardening and it's a

great time of year. Everything is coming to leaf. I gained an interest when

I was quite young and I watch Gardeners' World." What's the last thing you

planted? "A rose," he says, "I planted a rose." He is not without tenderness.

 

Roses are nice, we agree. We'll smoke to that. Or, for Allen Carr readers:

WE'LL SMOKE TO THAT.

 

 

x

Return to the Main Features Page Return to The Compleat Sean Bean