There may now be more funerals than birthdays but at 85, Sir Michael Caine is relishing every moment of his life . Hannah Stephenson speaks to the legendary actor.
Welcoming me into his penthouse flat overlooking London’s Chelsea Harbour, Sir Michael Caine is clearly relishing life in his 80s.
Shelves are lined with framed pictures of the award-winning actor and his family – the smiling faces of his three grandchildren (on whom he dotes and who call him ‘‘Pa’’), snaps of him holding one of his two Oscars, with his wife Shakira, a petite and beautiful tour de force who is bustling around in the background today.
At 85, he’s still making movies, despite breaking his ankle earlier this year – he slipped on some ice during the ‘‘beast from the east’’, while pottering in the garden at his country home in Surrey. It’s taken a while to heal but he’s now walking without a stick again, he enthusiastically reveals.
He’s also just written his third book, Blowing The Bloody Doors Off, in which he highlights where he’s come from (working-class, never expected to do much) to where he’s arrived (stardom, wealth, all-round success) and how he got there (push-backs, heartbreak, good movies, bad movies, dogged determination).
What’s different about this one, compared with his previous two autobiographies, is that Caine offers his life lessons to the reader.
It’s thinly disguised as a guide for actors – learn your lines, turn up on time, have fun, use failures and difficulties to move forward – but the messages can really be adopted by anyone.
Caine is good company.
He may have aged but his brain has stayed sharp, his humour is quick, and that trademark Cockney accent which helped break class barriers in the 1960s remains as recognisable as ever.
He laments that Shakira, his wife of 45 years, is going to New York for four days – the longest they’ll have ever been apart – to see her mother, who is unwell, and he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.
“I’ll go home to the country, watch TV for four days. I’m taking a cook so I don’t have to do anything - and I’ll probably get a little bit p***ed,” he says with a chuckle.
The star of Alfie, The Ipcress File, Get Carter, The Italian Job, Educating Rita, The Cider House Rules and, most recently, King Of Thieves – as well as more than 100 other films – has lost many great friends in recent times, including Sir Roger Moore who died last year, and reflects that these days, weddings and birthday parties give way to hospital visits and memorial services.
“And each successive death does not get any easier to bear. I have, though, found that as our little group has become smaller and smaller, it has also become closer and closer. I have also enjoyed getting to know my friends’ widows better than I did when their husbands were alive,” he writes.
Today, he says he never thinks about his own mortality.
“I could be sitting here talking to you and then die from a stroke and wouldn’t know anything about it at all. My mother lived to 92, one grandfather 94, and another grandfather 96. I might have 10 years yet.
“I live for the day. I don’t live for tomorrow and I certainly don’t live for yesterday. I say to my kids, ‘Don’t look back, you’ll trip over’. I relish every moment.”
He’s a great believer in turning life’s difficulties into positives and he sees good coming out of the furore concerning sexual harassment of women in Hollywood and in the wider workplace. In the wake of the Harvey Weinstein furore, he’s a supporter of #MeToo.
“The advantage that’s come out of it is that no producer would dare make an attack on a woman in the next 30 years in order for her to get a part.”
Meanwhile, his own roles have become meatier since he became too old to be cast as the leading man and began to get cast as the dad, he reflects.
“A producer sent me a script and I sent it back saying the part was too small. He sent it back, saying, ‘I didn’t want you to play the lover, I want you to play the father’. That ended my career as a movie star.
“The point is that it’s never too late to change your life. I went on to win an Academy Award for The Cider House Rules and I’m still at it, yet I could have retired.
“I’ve always said, ‘You don’t retire from the movies, they retire you’, otherwise I would have retired at 65.”
He’s currently working on Medieval, a war film being shot in the Czech Republic, and is considering a TV comedy series – which he’s never done – centring on people in a care home.
He also wants to write a novel and has recently returned to a draft which he penned a while ago, about a plane which smashes into a skyscraper. After 9/11 he put it away in a drawer.
Indeed, Maurice Micklewhite (his born name) has come a long way.
The son of a Billingsgate Market fish porter and a charlady, he was brought up in a two-room flat with an outside toilet and no hot water, in one of the grottiest areas of London.
He survived rickets and poverty as a child, the trenches of Korea as a young soldier, and received a succession of knock-backs when he decided he wanted to act; people told him he’d never be a movie star.
“I became an actor not to be rich and famous. I had a Cockney accent, wasn’t very good-looking, there was no hope for me. All I set out to do was to become the best actor that I could be.”
Of course, he proved his detractors wrong long ago. And while many of his movies were turkeys, he regrets nothing. Jaws: The Revenge, one of his stinkers, paid for a very nice house for his mum, he reflects.
He is still surprised at how far he has come, though: “I’m the most amazed person at my own success in the world.”
He says the Sixties revolution altered the course of his life, when working-class heroes and angry young men became fashionable in the movies.
“I became a movie star not because I wasn’t like you but because I was. Working-class actors became stars, if you think in terms of Tom Courtenay, Albert Finney and Sean Connery. Writers started to write about the working class.”
His career in later life has been a joy, he reflects.
Although he lived in Beverly Hills in the 1970s when the Labour government put tax for high earners up to 83 per cent, he returned 10 years later when taxes were lowered again under the Conservatives.
His family is now his top priority and he is relishing the time he spends with his two daughters, Dominique and Natasha, and grandchildren Taylor, 10, and nine-year-old twins, Allegra and Miles.
“Family is everything. Shakira’s incredible. We’ve been married 45 years and haven’t had a row yet. The secret of a happy marriage is separate bathrooms,” he states with a laugh.
He sold his home in Miami last year: “It only had four bedrooms. I have three grandchildren so I need seven bedrooms.”
His grandchildren keep him young, he says proudly. “You grow old and one day you think, ‘I’m going to die soon’. Then you have grandchildren and you forget all about that. Your whole life starts again.”
■ Blowing The Bloody Doors Off: And Other Lessons In Life by Michael Caine is published by Hodder & Stoughton, priced £20.
Michael Caine - a profile
He was born Maurice Micklewhite on March 4, 1933 in Rotherhithe, London.
His father, Maurice, was a porter at Billingsgate, his mother a charwoman and he grew up in a working class family in the Elephant and Castle area of London.
He left school at 16 and became a porter at Smithfield Meat Market. He did his National Service and ended up fighting with the British Army in Korea during the 1950s.
After leaving the army he was determined to make the most of life and became an actor.
His big break came in 1964 playing, against type, the upper-class Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead in the film Zulu, which was the springboard for his career.
Today he is revered as a British film icon, having starred in over 125 movies including such classics as The Italian Job, Get Carter, The Man Who Would Be King, The Cider House Rules and Harry Brown.