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DP/30: Hanna, actor Saoirse Ronan

7 Responses to “DP/30: Hanna, actor Saoirse Ronan”

  1. sanj says:

    Saoirse Ronan – Lunch With David Interview

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3R_jYJf79VM

    Unscripted: Saoirse Ronan, Rachel Weisz and Susan Sarandon

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PR53zEp6ng8&feature=related

  2. Tuck Pendelton says:

    SWOOON… damn i’m in love with this one.

  3. LexG says:

    I’d ask Tuck if he’s aware she’s under 18, but that’s a fact apparently lost on Ebert in his riotous review of Weir’s “The Way Back,” wherein he asks why the middle-aged cast didn’t try to hook up with the “cute girl,” meaning SR… who was like 15 when she shot that movie.

    Classic Ebert gaffe.

  4. anghus says:

    atonement is still want one of those movies i go back to because it’s so wonderfully bleak. One of the saddest movies i’ve ever seen. Such great, haunting performances by all involved.

  5. sanj says:

    right at 16 minutes…things got real and she talked about
    comedies . thats where you could have pulled out an ipad / notebook and just showed her the trailer for Sandler pictures + some older movies from Will Farrell …
    20 minutes surfing the net finding cool movie stuff to talk about and at the end you could have sung a Lady Gaga song together. that would have been awesome .

  6. Vin says:

    Dude,
    you’re a great interviewer, I’m amazed by how you make them feel at ease. They are always on defense, it’s hard to reach in but you always manage to do it.
    Congrats!
    Vin B.

  7. Olli says:

    You folks at DP/30:

    you are f….g great inverviewers. The best interviews you can get – you actually really listen to the interviewees and ask actually interesting and
    profound questions. Perfect. Go on with that.

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