ANNE HATHAWAY POSSESSES A MESMERISING BEAUTY. When we meet over lunch, she’s not wearing any make-up. With Bambi eyes, velvety skin and voluptuous lips, she is luminous in the pale, wintry light – and, unlike many Hollywood actresses, just as beautiful in the flesh.
“Stop it,” she screams, laughing, hands over her face when I tell her how gorgeous she looks. She flushes and swigs furiously from her glass of water: perfect comic timing sprinkled with modesty.