A few years ago Emily Blunt said that she would rather do badly paid theatre for the rest of her life than ever accept a role “as a spear carrier in a Tom Cruise movie”.
On the eve of the opening of her new sci-fi action flick Edge of Tomorrow with, er, Tom Cruise, I remind her of this statement. What an awful thing to say,” she says, almost spluttering on her iced almond-milk single-shot cappuccino.
But what is it with the two of them and period pictures?
Oh my God, look at her, she’s so cute…’” She takes her i Phone out of her bag.
“I’m going to be a proud mummy – you’re the first person who’s been allowed to see a picture.” A cherubic baby dressed in a striped blue babygro gazes intently into the camera.
Jennifer Aniston attended her baby shower and in January she went on holiday to Mexico with the Friends star and her fiancé Justin Theroux. Most of the people we’re friends with are people you can just hang out with,” says Blunt, when we meet at a coffee shop near her house in Ojai, California, a pretty town in a valley near Los Angeles. She comes out with statements that you would never catch an American A-lister saying, such as, “I’m going to use the bathroom before I pee myself,” and lamenting the absence of “pub culture.
America tries very hard to emulate it but their pubs aren’t pubs: they’re impostors.” Nor did she have a very American attitude towards the birth of her daughter Hazel. ’ and I was like, ‘I don’t really have one, to be honest.’ The nurses were like, ‘Thank God’ – they’re used to women who come in and say, ‘I want this music playing when the baby comes out, I want this candle, these flowers…’” She waxes lyrical about Hazel, who is just six weeks old when we meet (Blunt meets me between feeds). I’m wondering what we were doing without her, actually. John and I spend a lot of time going, ‘Isn’t she cute?