A lot of the news sites have recently run the story about Anthony Hopkins' and his distaste for Hollywood cinema (if you haven't seen it's just A.H. getting upset that the country he now lives in has a tendency to produce mindless cinema and that some of his fellow ac-tors can be a bit childish).
What has been slighlty less-widley reported though is Hopkins' diatribe against the London theatre scene:
I can’t settle into that grey, sombre atmosphere of the Waterloo Road on a wet Wednesday afternoon.
There's something so depressing looming across the muddy Thames from that concrete breeze block, with the smell of stale coffee, and thinking, 'Oh, God, I have to do another matinee', and the luvvies and the darlings. Theatre work is too much like being in prison, standing on stage in tights.
Poor Tony, it can't have been an easy decision to move to America permanently and accept huge salaries to appear in crap, 'mindless' movies, but now we know you're decision was influenced by the smell of stale coffee and the greyness of buildings we understand how incredibly deep your pain must have been.
Don't worry if you don't want to come back any time soon, we'll understand. And if you want to stop releasing your mindless Hollywood crap over here too then we're sure we can live with that as well.