Hugo Weaving has seen it all. From the excess of sci-fi extravaganzas and fantasy epics to the tight-knit collaboration behind small Australian indie films, he still marvels at the massive scope of the former and brims with enthusiasm for the latter.
In his cornucopia of film, television and stage roles Weaving has disappeared seemingly without effort into character, from the likes of the nefarious Agent Smith in the Matrix trilogy to the elf lord Elrond in The Lord of The Rings and last year’s brittle crim-on-the-run ‘Kev’ in the Australian indie Last Ride.
Metaphorically, Martin Scorsese and Leonardo DiCaprio’s fourth collaboration, Shutter Island, like the Denis Lehane novel it’s based on could come with a health warning: enough twists and turns to give you motion sickness.
It’s in that sea-sick state in 1954 that we meet DiCaprio as World War 2 veteran, now US Marshall Teddy Daniels, as he and new partner Chuck (Mark Ruffalo, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) travel by ferry to the Massachusetts island housing a facility for the criminally insane.
