Ralph Fiennes

With an all-star cast, Wes Anderson makes his most entertaining film—and unleashes the comedian in Ralph Fiennes

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Our intrepid reporter chats up Ralph Fiennes, Brian Cox and Jessica Chastain

“This film is not for everyone. But for those interested in the questions it poses and in a cumulative, but ultimately powerful use of film as a medium to touch the mind as well as the heart, it is well worth the trip.”

Saturday morning kick-starts with a brisk interview with Rachel Weisz, who tears up the screen in The Brothers Bloom. It seems worth talking to her just to be able to say to a beautiful actress: “We met once before, in Budapest. . .”, then to watch her dark eyes search for some hint recognition. I explain we did another brief interview in Hungary on the set of Sunshine, produced by Hungarian-Canadian Robert Lantos. That was a decade ago, long before she won an Oscar for The Constant Gardener. Weisz tells me she had just run into Ralph Fiennes, her co-star in Sunshine, and is a bit taken aback that he didn’t seemed as pixilated by this chance encounter as she was. It must be tough being a star, running into other stars you’ve known in another life, neither of you knowing quite how to act.