The parenting bit is much harder than the acting bit. You just never know what to do.

I think I've still got a bit of a sado-masochistic streak in me, because if I'm not going to be restricted by corsets and covered in lace, then I still wind up wearing an ape-mask over my face. I do wonder how I get myself in these situations!

It was a challenge to be able to create a character without being able to use one's normal set of expressions. All the rubber and makeup attached to your face left you with only a modest range of facial movements.

Usually I'm frustrated when I look at my films and I don't believe that I've made a real transformation beyond my usual sets of gestures and expressions. I still have this nagging feeling that it's me, that I didn't create a unique character.

Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?

I actually pointed my wand and it blew up! The power! The power was just like Angry Birds, but big [as] life.

I just do things because I fancy the parts and the directors.