The interview: Tara Fitzgerald talks to Dominic Cavendish; She's
already romped with EwanMcGregor, Ralph Fiennes and Hugh Grant. Yet her
new BBC Bronte is a marvel of austerity.
When she arrives, Tara Fitzgerald is looking flushed, buoyed up by deep
intakes of wholesome Barnes air. She orders a mineral water, raises a bemused
eyebrow at a loud mothers' meeting in the corner of the cafe and lights
up, immediately recounting how she used to cadge cigarettes as a teenager.
She is cheerful, ordinary. I am slightly disappointed. I was hoping for
formidable, starry. In the BBC's forthcoming Anne Bronte adaptation, The
Tenant of Wildfell Hall, she is brilliantly formidable. The star of
the show, no question. Her pale, impassive face seems to haunt every shot,
conveying bleakness and remoteness more succintly than an isolated patch
of Yorkshire Moors heather. The contrast with her current film, Brassed
Off, couldn't be more extreme - or more refreshing: for all that movie's
virtues (and for all its critical acclaim), its ubiquitous poster features
her most blandly pleased-with-herself smile to date.
Tara Fitzgerald, 29, has had the makings of a star ever since she left
drama school six years ago and walked straight into Hear My Song
('jammy I know'). But she has become known more for the men she has worked
with (A-list Nineties males such as Hugh Grant, Rufus Sewell, Ralph Fiennes
and, in Brassed Off, Ewan McGregor) than for any one project. In
popular perception, she falls somewhere between established British actresses
like Helena Bonham Carter and Emma Thompson and young upstarts like Kate
Winslet and Minnie Driver: beautiful, but lacking clout. She attributes
this partly to having avoided Hollywood: 'If you go ther and star in a
big movie,you become more noticed back here. So people imagine that it
must be the next step, or that there is something peculiar with you if
you don't go.'
If she wanted to go, she could probably get on the next plane. She has
a propensity for nudity that makes Greta Scacchi and Sharon Stone look
coy. Hear My Song opened with her leaping, mid-coitus, from under
Adrian Dunbar's Liverpudlian music-hall impresario. In the TV adaptation
of Mary Wesley's The Camomile Lawn, she dumped one of her lovers
in the bedroom ('You've behaved like a young man in a brothel,' he retorted).
In Sirens, she was the repressed wife of the clergyman (Hugh Grant,
natch), imagining herself naked in front of an entire congregation.
But she wants more. More challenging roles. Emotional nudity. 'Liberating'
is how she describes her role as Helen Graham, the woebegone heroine of
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, who flees from the abuses of her dissolute
husband (Rupert Graves). 'What you see,' she says, puffing away, 'is much
more me. For a start, there's no makeup. I used to look in the mirror at
five in the morning and think "Oh my god". But you have to push those worries
to one side. In a way, I'm almost more naked than when I took my clothes
off, where I could rely on body makeup to act as a sort of psychological
shield. The fact that there is no nudity forces people to look at the acting.'
Far from leaving her exposed, her austere screen presence could revitalise
her mystique. 'My tendency has always been towards strong, repressive roles.
This character is particularly detached.' She too, she says, is detached,
'slightly on the edge'. She would come across as aloof on screen, were
it not for her voice - baritone, honey-thick. Jonathan Kent, who directed
her as Ophelia in his fast-paced Hackney Hamlet last year, believes
that it marks her out from the pretty-girl crowd: 'She has a sort of schizophrenia
- this innocent look and also this dark-brown voice. Yourealise that what
you see is not entirely what you get.'
What you get, face to face, is a kind of inscrutable frankness. Her
voice may be a wonder to listen to, but the more she talks, the more you
realise how much she loves the sound of it. Her leading men have all been
'wonderful'. There was Ralph Fiennes, the Hackney Hamlet: 'He is
very poetic ... incredibly brave ... sublimely professional.' Ewan McGregor,
co-star of Brassed Off, is 'a great pal ... a buddy,' and she says
of Hugh Grant, with whom she also starred in the ineffectual The Englishman
Who Went Up a Hill but Came Down a Mountain, that 'he's funny... hilarious.'
What did she think of the Divine Brown incident? 'It's odd, but it completely
passed meby, I was away at the time.' A favourite actor, though? 'You fall
in love with everything about a job when you're doing it. You give yourself
to it, then move on to the next thing.'
This is a pattern she learned from childhood. Her formative years were
nomadic: Scotland, the Bahamas, Stratford-on-Avon, six primary schools.
When her Irish mother brought her, with her two sisters, to London at the
age of three, they lived with her uncle and aunt - both theatre professionals.
Her father, an artist, had just left them. 'It's not a violin story, but
I did feel like an outsider. You met people, but you never got to know
them very well. As a result, you'd go in very quickly, then withdraw.'
When she was 11, she was told that her father had died in a car crash.
At 19, she learned that he had, in fact, committed suicide. ('You found
your strength on certain beliefs. When those are taken away, it all topples
down and you have to start again.') Her mother, she says, compensated for
his absence, but she was constantly aware of their financial circumstances.
'I remember feeling quite hard-done-by. I was very materialistic as a child
and I missed not having nice things. My mother drove an old banger - I
was mortified every time we drove to school.'
She left sixth-form college in the first year, preferring to earn money
waitressing, buying 'nice things', and enjoying the London club scene.
'It was a relief to be able to afford what I wanted and have a good time
for a change. I was quite a drop-out really. It seemed good enough for
me as a teenager, but I don't really know what I would have done if I hadn't
got into drama school.'
It took three goes to get in. The Drama Centre finally gave her a raison
d'etre and polished up her south London accent. It also helped her
to push to one side the might-have-beens raised by an ectopic pregnancy,
which involved the removal of a fallopian tube and an ovary, at the age
of 19.Looking back, she admits that things have turned out well for her:
'But you either use your luck oryou don't. You have to work hard. There
are no instant results, but in some way you are rewardedfor what you put
in.'
Perhaps this explains why she takes such a remarkably cool view of the
poverty in Grimethorpe,where Brassed Off was filmed. 'There are
different kinds of impoverishment,' she says. 'The people there have a
very strong relationship to the land. It's like being poor in a sunny clime,
you don't feel it as harshly if you're living surrounded by beauty, as
you do if you're living in a city like London.' So, no future Glenda Jackson.
'I do very little to help the rest of the world. I'm not going to start
demanding that other people do.'
Tara Fitzgerald is clearly not falling over backwards to create an out-of-the-ordinary
public image.'There is no room in this country for starry behaviour,' she
says. Helena Bonham Carter has only to open her mouth (and suggest, say,
that her career has been held back by her looks) to attract comment, but
Fitzgerald opts for the safe side of obnoxious: 'You can get divorced from
reality in the acting world - a trip on the tube sometimes can be tremendous.'
For the time being, her heart is in England and in the cottage she shares
with her fiance, Dorian Healy, one of the stars of Soldier, Soldier.
She bridles at the word comfy. 'I don't feel comfy, I never want to feel
that. I associate it with stopping, with no longer finding out things.'
What does she feel, then? She pauses. 'Happy.' And she smiles a smile that
is not too pleased-with-itself and is perhaps quite endearing and heads
off back home to feed Famous, her puppy.
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall starts Sun, 17 Nov, BBC 1