Okay, who nicked my motor


Source: The Sunday Times

March 04, 2007
Okay, who nicked my motor
Sean Bean grew up in Sheffield where he studied welding before winning a
place at Rada. Roles in the BBC’s 1993 adaptation of Lady Chatterley’s
Lover and as Richard Sharpe in the ITV series Sharpe made him an unlikely
sex symbol and he has gone on to enjoy a successful film career. He
recently became a director of Sheffield United football club
Mark Anstead
Sean Bean does a very good bad guy. He was the avenging terrorist hunting
Harrison Ford in Patriot Games and the dastardly 006 pitted against Pierce
Brosnan’s Bond in Goldeneye, while in The Lord of the Rings his character
Boromir turned traitor.
In real life he looks the part too: his unshaven, jutting chin and that slightly
wild look in his eyes are intimidating even before he speaks in a broad
Sheffield accent. In short he is probably not a man you would buy a motor off,
let alone nick one from. But two years ago that is what happened when
thieves stole his new Range Rover from outside his London home using a
fishing rod to retrieve the keys through his letterbox. He was furious and
you get the impression that given the chance he would have taken the law
into his own hands.
“The criminal justice system seems to be failing us in this country and thugs
are walking away from court even before their victims have fully recovered,”
he says. “It is hardly surprising to find some people taking things into their
own hands.”
Bean has a reputation for not suffering fools gladly and, at 47, seems free
from the luvvie mannerisms that afflict many in his trade. He has been
divorced three times. His first marriage was to a hairdresser from his native
town, the second to Melanie Hill, an actress he met at Rada, and the third
to Abigail Cruttenden, who played his wife in the television series Sharpe.
From these marriages Bean acquired three daughters and, perhaps unfairly,
a reputation for being something of an unreconstructed chauvinist. Hill was
quoted as saying he watched too much football, was always at the pub
and left his clothes on the ground where they fell.
All of that is now behind him, as is his flirtation with expensive cars. “I’ve
just bought a new Ford Ranger pickup truck,” he says. “I’ve had Porsches,
BMWs and Jags in the past. I got a bit tired of driving expensive cars that
get scratched or nicked. In London all I really need is a runaround —
something cheap and cheerful. Now when I look out my window and see
the dustbin men go past I’m not so worried.
“I wanted something practical and I’m happy with it. It’s a 2 litre diesel
and it’s got four front seats so I can still get the kids in. It’s anonymous
and easy — if I drive something too expensive I’m only going to get
spotted. If you have a well known face and you drive a flashy car you’re
asking for trouble.”
Despite his portrayal of honest working-class lads his first memory of
cars is of gliding about in his father’s Rolls-Royce. “My dad set up a
foundry with a colleague. At its height it was employing 50 people
and he drove a Silver Shadow.” The family never moved from the council
estate where he grew up, despite their wealth, because they wanted
to stay close to their friends.
Bean worked at his father’s foundry as an apprentice welder and took a
welding course at Rotherham College of Arts and Technology, where he
was drawn instead to the fine arts department and then into drama. He
later went to Rada, where his first car was an MGB roadster.
“In those days I really did care about what car I drove,” he says. “It was
a thrill to drive a sports car and I fancied the wide wheels of a British
MGB. I sold it after a year and got another one, a red 1972 model, but
that was really the last time I thought about the glamour and romance
of having a car.
“Even when I bought my Porsche five years ago I was never into racing or
putting my foot down; it was never important to me to show off at traffic
lights. I only took it out 12 times. I did just 150 miles in it over three
years — you have to lie on the floor to get into them.”
Despite his homegrown success in Sharpe and his role as Andy McNab
in the film version of Bravo Two Zero his big break in the movies came
when he was cast in The Lord of the Rings. Flying out to film in New
Zealand cured him of a lifelong fear of aeroplanes, but not his more
general aversion to flying. Unfortunately, given the remote locations
they were required to get to, that could hold things up.
“In New Zealand I wouldn’t even get into a copter with the rest of the
cast,” he says. “They had to wait for me to walk up the mountain and
join them before they could start filming. I can’t understand people
who willingly take their lives in their hands and I think things like
bungee jumping are just mad.”
Bean’s latest film Outlaw sees him back on familiar form as a slightly
psychotic hardman. This time he plays a vigilante soldier who,
sickened by the rising tide of violence he sees on his return to
England, takes the law into his own hands. Nick Love, the director,
and Bean have history: Love unceremoniously axed Bean from a
previous film some years ago.
“When we met to discuss this film the first thing Nick did was apologise
for firing me last time,” he laughs. “He said it was nothing personal
and that he wrote this one with me in mind. He was lucky I didn’t
bear a grudge and tell him to sod off.”
On his CD changer
I like to listen to classical music, a bit of David Bowie, Arctic Monkeys,
and Kaiser Chiefs.


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