It
wasn't just cooking style: it was sexual awakening, too,"
says Daniel Craig, tooling up the Harrow Road in his car.
The
juxtaposition may strike you as odd, but Craig doesn't
let this worry him. "I mean, you get on with it, don't
you, really? I never really sat down and thought about
it for that long: it would be fucking ludicrous."
So
is the traffic in NW10, so Craig stops talking for a while.
The
film that links cooking and sexual awakening is, of course,
Hotel Splendide, which screens in the Panorama
today. Craig plays Ronald Blanche, a chef who works in
the
hotel which used to be owned by his late mother.
Her
spirit having been somehow absorbed into the hotel's heating
and waste-disposal system, she still exercises a malign
influence over Ronald, his brother Dezmond (played by
Stephen Tomkinson) and his sister, Cora (Katrin Cartlidge).
Craig
initially took the job because he liked Terence Gross,
the director, whose first feature this is after an award-winning
short called The Sin Eater.
"He
approached me and asked me to do it," says Craig. "We
went for a drink and got rather pissed and it was, 'No,
of course! I'd love to do it!' I'm a bit of a pushover
like that. But I actually had no idea what he was on about
when he was explaining the script to me. It was just,
'I quite like you, so let's do it!'"
He
has, however, got a much clearer handle on it all now.
"It's
a metaphor for a lot of things," he says. "It could be
Marxism, it could be Stalinism, it could be family life.
It could be Russia in the thirties and forties. Or it
could be how they
'fuck you up, your mum and dad', and all that."
Craig,
who is one of this year's Shooting Stars and who won the
Best Actor Award in Edinburgh in 1998 for playing George
Dyer, the young drifter who literally drops in on Derek
Jacobi's Francis Bacon in Love Is The Devil,
reckons Ronald is the straightest member of the Blanche
family.
"He's
supposed to be the sanity within the madness, but he's
just mad in a different way," he says. "I appear to be
very ordinary in comparison with the other characters,
some of whom are almost grotesque in the literal sense
of the word. Stephen, for instance, has got all this make-up:
he's got the works. The only thing he hasn't got is a
hump."
Craig
avoids a cyclist. "He wanted a hump," he adds, "but they
wouldn't give him one. I think he should have had a hump."
Ronald
finally breaks free from his mother's influence when his
ex-girlfriend (played by Toni Collette) turns up at the
hotel, unannounced, after receiving a garbled message.
She eventually joins him in the kitchen.
In
fact, a lot of Hotel Splendide takes place
in the kitchen, Ronald's mother's philosophy having been
that properly prepared food was the key to everything
else. Except her idea of proper preparation had little
to do with gastronomy.
"It's
like using jellied eels and aspic and vegetables cooked
until they're grey," says Craig. "It's completely the
lack of anything: no taste whatsoever. The point about
it is that it shouldn't actually touch the sides
it should just go straight through you."
But,
as far removed as this sounds from haute cuisine, some
kitchen training in, of all places, the Savoy Hotel
was necessary for the actor to play the role of
Roland.
"I
used to work in kitchens a lot, as everybody does at some
stage," he says. "I used to be a kitchen porter and a
salad chef never anything posh! I remember going
into the Savoy the first day we arrived and I said, 'I
don't want to be here! I don't like it!' It's fucking
hard work!
"But,
to be a chef, you have to have discipline," he adds. "Just
chopping it seems sort of a silly thing to say,
but using a knife properly is very important. I can't
do it, but I certainly learned to look like I knew how
to."
"Using
real knives?" I ask.
"Oh
yeah," he says. "And we did have one accident. Poor old
Toni got it."
"I
read somewhere that she has a phobia about knives," I
say. Actually, I read it in the press kit.
"Well,
if she didn't, she's got one now," notes Craig dryly.
Hotel
Splendide, as you will gather, is not your run-of-the-mill
modern British film, about clubbing and doing drugs and
diamond geezers robbing minicab offices.
"I
would rather put needles in my eye," he says of the
latter kind of role. "I've got no interest in them at
all. They've got no relevance to me and they're not what
I'm about. And anyway, I'm 33 now, so I'm a bit long in
the tooth for that."
But
he does like to take risks. "People always say, 'That
stuff you did in Love Is The Devil must
have been difficult'," he notes. "But I say, 'No, it wasn't
really: that was some of the easier stuff to do', because
it was always clear and made a lot of sense. It's when
things are unclear and when you don't know what you're
doing that's when things are difficult.
"But
I actually quite like that process," he adds. "I like
being like a rabbit caught in the headlights. If you're
not feeling like that, then you've got to question why
you're
not feeling like that, because you should be scared.
"As
soon as a job gets boring, as soon as you get into a situation
where it's, 'Oh, fuck, here we are again', then you've got
to start thinking, well, 'Get out and do something else'.
Either that or make it interesting."