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Best. Interview. Ever.

If I name my firstborn Peter, it won’t be for my Peter, it’ll be for Peter Overton. God how refreshing to have someone ask real questions, rather than the usual, fatuous, “Tell us, what was it like working with Steven Spielberg again,” to which he can reply, “Oh, you know Peter? It was great, it was really great. Let me tell you why…” And I love how Tom told him to say they’re the questions Peter wants to ask, not everyone else, because everyone else doesn’t want them asked. But yes, Tom. Yes they do. I really do want to know if you loved Nicole, and if you did, why you dumped her like that, and why you’re rubbing a 26 year-old in our faces just months after Penelope Cruz’s father passed away, and why you need to have every human being on the face of the planet see the tight-shot close-up on your twinkling eyes as you tell the TV presenter of the day how much in love you are, and yet you won’t let anyone ask you about Nicole and what you did to her.

And then there’s the Scientology thing, which was just beautiful. His people didn’t think that Peter would do the segment like that. They didn’t think he’d tell the audience what goes on behind the curtain, what Tom’s really like, what a blessed audience with him takes, rather than just listen, blushing with happiness, to him say, “You know what? You know how I feel? I feel fortunate, that’s how I feel.” Well bloody hell Tom, you ARE fortunate, and if you’re too dim to realize that, then you’re a colossal moron as well as a rat bastard.