About me

Eric has been around for decades, producing solid work at most turns, well out of publicity's glare. His quirky style, attention to detail, and joyous working attitude has garnered quiet fans throughout the industries, helping him reinvigorate some seriously challenging roles: Banquo and Oswald (two renowned Ghosts), Erie in Hughie as well as Seth in Mourning Becomes Electra (both Eugene O'Neil), Ken Harrison in Whose Life is it Anyway?, Jack in The Weir, Father Jack in Dancing At Lughnasa, Father Clifford in the world's first Theatre of the Oppressed radio drama, and Harley in The Spruce Goose, nCube's viscious dip into Hollywood's "Golden Age." In 2015, he created the role of SS Obersturmbannführer Rudolf Höss in A Lesson From Auschwitz, which premiered at the Kenneth More in Ilford, and sold out in Canterbury and Bromley. And he was another old Jack in ImmerCity's punk mystery, Death of the Kingwhich sold out in Borough in 2017.

His latest feature, The Gates of Vanity, is on Amazon Prime — together with  Crowhurst6 Days and The Receptionist. In 2017, he was Albert's uncle, Jakob Einstein, in Genius — a 10 part TV biopic directed by Ron Howard for Fox21 and National Geographic. And last year, Inspector Robert in their second series, Genius: Picasso — as well as popping up for roughly eight seconds, cautioning Joaquin Pheonix in The Sisters Brothers, directed by Jacques Audiard.

He has a flair for period, accent, and the subtlest of nuance. His refusal to see life, let alone drama, as zero-sum games, his passion for story, atmosphere and energetic interplay, have kept him unconstrained by last century's weighty 'Methods,' breathing authentic energy into earnest prose as effortlessly as into understated comedy or full-on slapstick. In his time, he has been in radio, musical and physical theatre, contemporary dance, randomly minimal TV, some powerful thrillers, several execrable horror films, and a shelf-load of shorts — a generous handful of which are, in all modesty, outstanding (you can catch a few via the next tab, Links and Clips).

Youthful struggles with obedience bounced him from several institutions. As an adult, he wrecked and repaired his back and exposed epithelial, liver and lung cells to the ravages of weather, pollution and good living. But, entering middle age, he retains the energy and apoline torso of a thirty-something. He has a poor memory for celebrity and a childlike lack of tact: he's easy to get on with, harder to control; and without the "professionalism" to know his his place, he prefers to get his hands dirty, engaging fully with the whole collaborative illusory process and, occasionally, treading on toes.

He fell in love whilst recuperating in 1998, and now lives in a labourer's cottage in North Essex with his very patient wife, Janee, their old friend Gary, five goats, fourteen chickens, and several thousand bees. He spent 2018 at eight hours' remove from London, in the tiny village of Hogsmeade where, in Mr Ollivander's uncertain absence, he was helping wands to find their wizards; but last October, you'd have found him in Kentwell, Suffolk, screaming at worried visitors as either a sleep-deprived alien autopsist, air raid patrolman, decomposing manic preacher or  demon-conjuring shaman.


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