Adrien Brody is not such a good actor that he can stifle his yawns. Perhaps it's the plate of scones and clotted cream he has inhaled during the course of our interview that has exhausted him. Or perhaps it's the fact he has been talking about his new film, Hollywoodland, to various journalists for two days now. Or perhaps it's me. 'I'm just tired,' he mumbles from behind his napkin, as his watery green eyes search the bar of the Dorchester hotel for the not one, but two PR people who accompanied us to the table and assured him that they would be back to pick him up within the hour. [More]