Actor or novelist? Dandy or raconteur? The British Rock Hudson or John Sessions in a Panama hat? The public may never have figured it out, but they nevertheless forgave him for shooting Jack Warner in The Blue Lamp (not his debut, though – that was, winningly, in Formby racehorse comedy Come On George!) Three periods to the acting career: early wholesome fare as the ‘idol of the Odeons’ (the Doctor films of course) followed by an either brave or ill-advised dalliance with *that* taboo (Victim, and to a lesser extent those leather trews in The Singer Not the Song), leading to our favorite era, a ‘what the hell’ period of anything-goes casting (Modesty Blaise, Accident, Our Mother’s House, The Mind Benders).
FINEST HOUR: Death in Venice? The Night Porter? Weeeel, fair enough, but we’ve got to plump for his hapless journo in Darling, dropping everything for Julie Christie and losing it all when Laurence Harvey turns up.