Sam Neill is one of those Kiwis we want to claim as we do everyone from Russell Crowe to Neill’s friend the late great John Clarke, comedian extraordinaire. It figures because they work here and the accent differences disappear. Sam Neill, of course, always spoke the next best thing to the Queen’s English and you might recall the pure glamour of evil –– the seduction of iniquity as the Church used to phrase it –– which he brought to the role of the Knight Templar villian Bois-Guilbert in that old lavish TV version of Sir Walter Scott’s Ivanhoe with Anthony...
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