"Actors get so well looked after, it's ridiculous. It's not my reality"
“DETECTIVE Jake Harris is different from the policemen I’ve played before. I played a cop in the last season of East West 101, then again in Underbelly: Badness – and they were two very different characters.
This guy is different again, but this was also an opportunity to work with Rebecca (Gibney), who I greatly admire.
It’s something I hadn’t done before and I think you’re really attracted to things, for me anyway, that are novel and new. I hadn’t worked in Sydney for two years and to be able to go to work and come home was really nice and appealing.
Harris is a federal copper, so he’s a little bit more ambiguous, I think. This guy keeps his cards a little closer to his chest and that’s good fun to play.
The hint of romance with Bec’s character? Well, I don’t know quite how I got the job for that.
They’ve got some really great young actors on board. Kate Mulvaney … she’s great. Sara West is just amazing, she’s a star. I had a ball.
I did pilot season (in the US) quite a few years ago but I haven’t gone back to do that … I’m quite happy here.
My character in Gallipoli (Harry Perceval) is a combination of two characters in real life. He was sent up and down the hill on the first day, getting messages from the officers and taking them back up again to where they were fighting.
That job was an extraordinary experience as well. I spoke with (Nine boss) Dave Gyngell 18 months before they started and said, ‘I’m doing this’. I saw him and (producer) John Edwards and I said to them both, ‘I want in for this’, because I come from a military family background.
My father was in the army for 20 years, my grandfather served in WWII in the air force, my great-uncle was a machine-gunner in New Guinea.
Actors get so well looked after, it’s ridiculous. It’s not my reality either.
I came back from (filming) in Vancouver and Montreal … you get put up in five-star accommodation, you get picked up and driven everywhere, and then I got home and Cass, my wife, just turned to me and said, ‘This isn’t the (Montreal hotel) the Saint Sulpice, so get your f------ act together and switch on. No one’s doing anything for you here’.” WINTER WEDNESDAY, 9PM, SEVEN