Should Rupert Everett have a facelift? It is a question he and I ponder as we sit in the back room of a starkly lit trattoria in Brooklyn. Once the most beautiful actor on the planet, Everett is now 57 and flumped like a clapped-out calfskin tote under the unforgiving lights. He is hardly the taut and angry sex doll he was, as a model for Opium and best friend to Madonna (1997-2006).
He took so many drugs running around Paris, Hollywood and Miami, he is worried he might wake up with “dementia” from any facelift now. Coke is “terrible” for the brain, he sighs, and so are poppers, “my desert island drug of choice”.
So on the one hand he is delighted to have