My reaction to 3D is subtly. Things don't come out at you, but rather you - The audience come into the film.

Every anti-gay remark from the Church gives the thug a license to be cruel.

My memory of 3D movies is Fernando Lamas in a swashbuckling movie. And I suppose it had been the fifties, in which swords came out at you, bullets came out at you, things were thrown into the auditorium, apparently. All that sort of cheap, "Oh, look at us, we've got 3D" isn't in the film.

I've had enough of being a gay icon! I've had enough of all this hard work, because, since I came out, I keep getting all these parts, and my career's taken off. I want a quiet life. I'm going back into the closet. But I can't get back into the closet, because it's absolutely jam-packed full of other actors.

I think if I were asked to do as many as fifty takes, I would assume the director had no idea what he wanted, and was just hoping, eventually, to see it.

I often thought my gravestone would say, 'Here lies Gandalf. He came out,'

The performance is created by the director. The actor is the material. And I think that has to be true.