Jeremy Irons is mad as hell and he's not going to take it anymore!
Look, I love Jeremy Irons. Love him. Always have. I love all his tortured soul roles. Hell, I used to be a card-carrying Jeremy Irons freak. You know the type: Saw Brideshead Revisited , The French Lieutenant's Woman , and Dead Ringers possibly twelve times. Each . Hey, I still own a CD him in a recording of Tom Stoppard's The Real Thing, which blows me away every time I hear it. Irons is passionate and fabulous, so naturally I was interested to see what he was all fired up about up these days -- Well, it turns out he's fucking mad as hell! Great! -- I get that. Me, too! He's right -- Hunger does stink. But, so does smoker's teeth.