Whos dating colin farrell
And so any subtleties of the man were drowned out by his soundbites.It would be easy to frame Farrell’s 20s in equally splashy terms.Then the dam broke, and I thought, “I don’t know who I am any more, what I’ve become.” One of the most liberating days of my life was in rehab, when I realised how many fears I had. In 2008 he won a best actor Golden Globe for his suicidal hitman in In Bruges, after which he took on a mix of small, thoughtful films (Ondine, Shell Shock), unlikely cameos (Crazy Heart, Horrible Bosses) and the odd grandiose affair (Total Recall).His portrayal of Ray Velcoro, an amoral detective clinging to his son as his last hope of redemption, is the shining light of the second season of True Detective. 'I identified with his suspicion that by having a child you can set the record back.’ Still, a new cult status hovers over him since he worked with European auteurs Liv Ullman, in her 2014 adaptation of Strindberg’s play Miss Julie, and Yorgos Lanthimos, whose The Lobster won the Jury Prize at Cannes this year.Having mistaken Farrell and me for a couple, he performs a darshan blessing to calculate our compatibility – apparently, I am very good for him. 'Do not tell the secrets in your heart so easily.’ This feels less of a message from the Hindu gods than from Farrell’s long-suffering publicist.Farrell nods gravely, and stops short of rattling out the rest of an anecdote about his drug-fuelled youth, which begins, 'I used to love an eight ball,’ his eyebrows tilting like slashes of black marker pen.
With his Jimmy Stewart-style sweep-over flopping on to his forehead at the height of his verbal paroxysms, there is a tenderness to him.
” He would’ve been uncomfortable sitting with someone that was quiet. 'If 25-year-old Colin came in here now, I would have to leave the room.’ To say that he once partied for Ireland is not as trite as it sounds.
His patriotic identity became his life raft, crystallised in a self-styled version of a riotous tinker in the face of polite LA.
He is a bundle of paternal instincts: offering to pick out the offending cheese from his sandwiches so I can eat them, pouring the milk into my tea like an attentive vicar.
Cheese and pickle: that’s as bacchanalian as it gets these days. 'If he heard me talking about yoga, he’d think “wanker!