You’d have to work hard to avoid actor MARC WARREN in the coming weeks. He tells Jay Richardson about all his many new projects and the appeal of playing unpleasant characters.

That cocksure grin and sneering lip curl have ensured that Marc Warren has been cast in some pretty noxious parts. A gang-rapist in Men Only, a scheming informer in State of Play and a violent skinhead in Boston Kickout, his current role in BBC drama Hustle, as cheeky Cockney conman Danny Blue, must be a welcome change. ‘They’re often the most interesting parts but I do play a lot of nutters,’ says the Northampton-born actor. I get bored of them a bit, so I tried to make him more Iikeable. I enjoyed it. I always thought acting was one big confidence trick anyway.’

In Hustle Warren was teamed with The Man From Uncle, Robert Vaughn. ‘lt’s not often you get to work with a legend,’ he says. ‘Charles Bronson died while we were filming so he became the last of The Magnificent Seven. I’m a great fan of that era, so I asked him all about

Steve McQueen. He was happy to sit chatting about all these people he knew. Absolutely

fascinating, but very unassuming and modest -

the ultimate professional.’

For all the capering fun of Hustle, two films released this month will confirm Warren’s screen persona as cinematic bad lad. In Song For a Raggy Boy he stars alongside Aidan Quinn and Iain Glen in a now familiar tale of Irish Catholic reform schools and evil Christian brothers, but before that he stars in Penny fina Goes Shopping Woolcock’s debut feature film The Principles of Lust. The experience of making Woolcock’s maniacal tale of retribution and indulgence knocked him sideways. He initially turned the


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