There's something about the way of playing a repellent character, that if you can play him with a certain amount of charm, you can get away with a lot.
It's worth being clear - you know, I think that the ideas that somebody like Richard Spencer endorses and that other members of the self-identified white nationalist groups endorse - those ideas really are repellent to most people.
I place a high moral value on the way people behave. I find it repellent to have a lot, and to behave with anything other than courtesy in the old sense of the word - politeness of the heart, a gentleness of the spirit.
The expat life was a good one: There was my French boyfriend. My bright two-bedroom flat in Islington. My wine at lunch. I had a 'go bag' packed with loose linens and mosquito repellent - I was ready to be flung to the outer edges of the world at a moment's notice. It was all intrigue and adventure.
The most important thing is to illicit some reaction, good or bad. If some people are repellent to me, so be it. If some people are attracted to me, great. At the end, that's the object of entertainment - you want to provoke a reaction.
Some of my acting heroes have built careers on playing characters who do horrendous things - they're repellent and lovable. They're not likable, but they're lovable. I think Christine is one of those characters.
Sgt. Barnes: Martin, get your boots on. And the next time I catch you spraying skeeter repellent on your fucking feet, I'm gonna court-martial your nigger ass.
Junior: Well, then court-martial me, motherfucker! Bust my ass. Send me to fucking Long Binh! You do your fucking worst! You white folks have got your last klick out of Junior!
Sgt.
Barnes: O'Neill, get me that centipede.
Sgt. O'Neill: Sergeant?
Sgt. Barnes: Yeah, that long, hairy, red and black bastard I found in the ammo crate. I'm gonna put it in this boy's crotch, see if he can walk.
Sgt. O'Neill: I remember now.
Cockatoo Bartender: What's your drink brother?
Ordell Robbie: Let me have a screwdriver homes.
Cockatoo Bartender: And what about you?
Jackie Brown: Oh, I'm fine.
Cockatoo Bartender: Yes you are
[they all laugh, the bartender leaves]
Ordell Robbie: Damn, I
bet you come in here on a Saturday night, you need nigga repellent to keep them motherfuckers off your ass.
Jackie Brown: Oh, I do okay.
Ordell Robbie: Bull shit, Jackie. You a fine motherfucker. I bet chu do a damn sight better than okay.