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The Ice Queen Melteth 

From art-house icon to Hollywood headliner, Tilda Swinton isn’t afraid to let them see her sweat

Wednesday, Oct 31 2007

Two blocks east of the Institute for Plastic Surgery and Anti-Aging in Beverly Hills, lunching ladies put down their forks and stare. A very tall presence in geometric hair and dramatic bronze cape dress sweeps in and, unaware of the electrified air around her, plops down in Il Cielo’s swank back room and cheerfully orders a cuppa with hot milk and honey. There is ginger, there is sandy, there is auburn, but Tilda Swinton’s hair is a mesmerizing dark red; her eyes blue, green or gray depending on how the light catches them; her porcelain skin easily accommodating the laughter lines that go with turning 48. It’s easy to see why formalist filmmakers like Derek Jarman and Sally Potter love Swinton’s face: With her delicate features and pale eyelashes, she looks like an illuminated icon from some medieval manuscript. In person, though, she’s animated, voluble and impishly ready to play. Gazing quizzically at the flower petals heaped around our table, she tells a solicitous waiter, “You should throw these over your shoulder, or over our heads. Then we could sue you for injury by rose petal.”

I’ve been nervous about this interview. Though Swinton’s career has taken a decided turn for the commercial these days, I still think of her as the intimidating eminence rouge in the elliptically stylized Jarman films that launched her career, or the ornately costumed androgyne in Potter’s Orlando, or even the frigid witch in Andrew Adamson’s The Chronicles of Narnia. Swinton firmly bats away the ice queen label, and it’s true that since her breakthrough as a pathologically protective mother in Scott McGehee and David Siegel’s melodrama The Deep End, she’s carved out a niche playing ratty-haired emotional wrecks, the most collapsible of whom is surely her latest. In Tony Gilroy’s Michael Clayton, Swinton plays Karen Crowder, a corporate lawyer in sweaty armpits and overhanging love handles (the willowy actress, “to my very great pleasure,” chugged back a whole lot of pie to fit the role) whose ambition propels her into appalling betrayals.

For Swinton, the role has a political dimension, though the word “Condoleezza” never actually passes her lips. “Like so many people we could mention,” she says archly, “she’s got it into her head that the only way to lead is to be doubtless.” But it’s Karen’s oedipal attachment to her ruthless boss (“She virtually refers to him as her husband”) that fascinates, and Swinton brings off this deeply insecure, comically inexpressive woman almost entirely at the physical level. “I think of her as a poor actress, badly cast,” she says. “I’m a great believer in body language giving it all away. She’s wriggling inside this body that won’t conform. The first image I had of her when I read the script was on the treadmill, and I realized that someone lean on a treadmill means only so much, but someone with a pot belly on a treadmill in the middle of the night with their notes around them tells a whole story. The idea of her striving masochistically toward this inhuman ideal I find very moving. And hilarious.”

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If Karen Crowder is a pathological conformist, Swinton’s own life invites interpretation as a continuous act of mutiny. Patrician doesn’t begin to describe her Scottish family, which traces its lineage back to ninth-century nobles who swore fealty to Alfred the Great. Her father, Major-General Sir Robert Swinton OBE, formerly headed the Queen’s Household Division, and her three brothers are also military men. Swinton, full name Katherine Matilda Swinton, resists the word “rebel.” “You can’t try and be an artist — that’s not an act of rebellion. I think about the life I lead as being very close to the life of my soldier father, traveling around. It’s a similar rhythm, except that fewer people get killed.”

At a tender age, Swinton was packed off to a pricey girls’ boarding school (one of her classmates was a certain Lady Diana Spencer) and then to Cambridge, where she switched to English after majoring in political science and briefly worked in theater before meeting Jarman and switching to film and performance. If this was her decisive break with family tradition, in other ways Swinton is very much the apple that fell close to the tree. She maintains two homes in the wilds of Northern Scotland with her partner, writer and painter John Byrne. Their 9-year-old twins, classily named Honor and Xavier, attend one of the fancy, if unorthodox, Waldorf-Steiner schools. But acting certainly didn’t run in her family, and when I ask Swinton how her parents took her choice of profession, the conversation goes like this:

Q: How did that go over?

A: I’ve no idea, I’ve never asked them.

Q: And they never expressed an opinion?

A: Not really, no. They’re tolerating it, but nicely.

Q: But they must be proud?

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