Rupert Everett's real life is a career-best performance. The years may have vanished, but Everett sifted them as they went, and was left with a mixture of diamond-sharp insight, gritty cynicism and mud – for the purposes of slinging. His quirks, his mania, his delirious spiritual perspective – always a fusion of sacred and profane – all amp-up the drama.
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