If you want to know how James Bond – sorry, I mean Daniel Craig – starts the day, I can tell you. Two double espressos with honey. Plus poached eggs on toast. With another double espresso to follow. So basically: caffeine, more caffeine and some more caffeine, with honey to soften the blow. And some eggs.
Craig needs all the help he can get when we meet: just four days ago the 47-year-old finished an epic eight-month shoot for Spectre, the latest Bond movie. It’s the British actor’s fourth outing as Bond, and his second with the director Sam Mendes after the huge success of Skyfall – which in 2012 took over US$1 billion at the global box office. So, no pressure, then. Another double espresso, please…
When we speak, Craig is tired and he’s wired. He turns up in jeans, a T-shirt, a leather jacket and a New York Yankees cap at the photo studio where he’s being shot for Time Out. His arms betray the intense fitness training that goes into playing 007. At one point he jokes: ‘Am I getting my kit off in this movie? Yes, I’ve been working out for six months. Of course I’m getting my kit off!’
He’s exhausted but he’s also on a high from two years of intensive work – first getting the story right in collaboration with Mendes and the film’s writers and producers. Then came the shoot, hopping back and forth between Pinewood Studios near London and Mexico City, Morocco, the Austrian Alps and Rome.
He thinks Spectre is going to be good, a stylish, classic Bond movie, and Craig is not an actor who talks bull. He’s blunt. He’s thoughtful. He’s wary of being precious. But he’s obviously nervous about unleashing the film on the world. At one point he pauses and a look of horror passes over his bright, piercing blue eyes. ‘God, hubris is a terrible thing in this business,’ he says, checking his own enthusiasm. ‘I just pray the movie is going to be great.’