After months of complaining about the cold, Summer is finally here, and, naturally, it’s far too hot. If you’re already looking back on January with nostalgia, you might be missing The Traitors.
With Edith Warton’s final unfinished novel as it’s source material, The Buccaneers follows a group of new money American girls sent by their guardians to debut in London society. The culture clash is evident in all the ways you’d expect, the Americans are considered inelegant, until some of the Brits realise a stiff upper lip isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I’m writing and I love it. It started in lockdown. I was missing production, and someone suggested I write something to create a world I could control. I only wish I’d discovered it sooner. But maybe it’s only now that I feel there’s a lot of things that I want to say.
I’m working on a screenplay that is essentially my own coming-of-age story. One of the best moments in my career was when the BFI said it would fund development of the script. Now I must deliver it.
