Lloyd Evans meets Niamh Cusack, who ‘absolutely wasn’t going to be an actress’
She doesn’t usually do it this way. When Niamh Cusack heard that the Old Vic was planning to stage Terence Rattigan’s final play, Cause Célèbre, she read a synopsis, found a part that excited her, and asked her agent to get her an audition. ‘I’ve never approached a production like that,’ she tells me. ‘But it’s a cracking play, really, well written — a rollicking courtroom drama with great characters and fascinating relationships.’
We meet in a dressing-room at the Old Vic and make ourselves comfortable amid the higgledy-piggledy apparatus of a Feydeau farce whose run is drawing to a close. On one side is a clothes-rail crammed with garish Victorian costumes, on the other a range of make-up tables strewn with cards and good-luck notes. Propped in a far corner, as if furtively signalling the true interests of actors, sits a battered old TV set with a black portable aerial pointing southwards, like the nose of a sniffer dog, towards the Sydenham transmitters.
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