I’d like to do plays, maybe a one man show.
I went to drama school in Paris and started doing theatre with a friend. Then I moved into movies and slowly but surely I got roles.
I see most of my movies at festivals.
Because I was born in Casablanca and my parents were from the south of Spain, I do not have a big central root in France. I feel French but in a few ways, not at all French.
It is an actor’s defect. I want everybody to like me, so I’ll say what I think will please them.
At home I keep things simple with fish, pasta and soups and am often preparing stuff for the family.
When I am up in Paris then the restaurant which has remained my favourite for the past decade is Guy Savoy. The menu is huge, sophisticated and very creative but I keep to simple choices.
I have a strong accent; it limits the roles, of course it does. I guess if I had moved to America a long time ago maybe my accent would have got less.
‘American Graffiti’ stayed in my mind, but I don’t think to this day I’ve done a film that captured that same level of melancholy. It was so well done. Talking about it has given me the idea I might try harder to make that melancholy film!
I don’t get the romances. I did try – a film called ‘Roseanna’s Grave’ in the 1990s. I liked it. But the audience didn’t come.
I don’t feel like I have to be nationalistic French because I’m afraid of losing whatever. No, no, no, no. And also I don’t think we are the best.
My plat de resistance is potato salad with garlic and olive oil which we press from the olives from my trees in the grounds of my home near St Remy de Provence. I have four hectares and take the olives down to the local community press at Maussane les Alpilles. I don’t produce big quantities; it is just for the family and friends.
Actually, I only have a few friends in real life. And when I say friends, I’m referring to those people who I’ve known since the 1960s.
Everywhere in the world, you find good things.
There is no heaven on Earth. Not now anyway.