I'm An Optimist By Nature,

I Already Feel A Bit Annoyed At Myself For Writing Screenplays. It's A Bit, I Don't Know, Model-singer-dancer-actress That Went To A Posh School. There's Something Too Weirdly Predictable About It.

Doing Press Is Like Eating At Mcdonald's: While It's Going On It's Vaguely Enjoyable - You're Seduced By Your Own Vanity And Taking Yourself Rather Seriously - But Immediately Afterwards You Feel Sick.

You Never In A Million Years Thought That You Would Ever End Up In A Woody Allen Film Even Though That Might Be Your Dream, And There You Are. Suddenly You've Got One. But You're Not Playing The Quintessential Woody Allen Heroine, Which Is Somebody That's Full Of Self-doubt And Heartbreakingly Naïve. Chloe In Match Point Was A Nightmare In Some Ways And Totally Entitled, And Felt Like Everything Was Going To Be All Right. Most Of The Women In Woody Allen Films Feel Like Everything's Awful. I Didn't Understand What To Do. But Some Of The Confusion Is Helpful.

Despite Being Extremely Professional, Michael Caine Has A Giggle Which Was Lethal For Me Because Once You Catch His Eyes, Once You Realize The Other Person Is A Giggler Too, It's Curtains.

There Were Moments Where I Was Being Kicked In The Stomach, And Even Though I Had This Brace On To Protect Me, I Still Had To Prepare Myself For It . You Can't Be Relaxed When That's Happening. You Have To Brace Your Muscles. I Can Remember Thinking As It Was About To Happen "wasn't That How Houdini Died?" I Think It Was.