Anderson, 33, added, "I started out as a kid. I started out as a 24-year-old, pretending I was 29, and then becoming 29, getting into my 30s and having to grow up myself. And the character shifted gradually over time alongside my own maturing process."
In the course of The X-Files, Anderson married, divorced and had a daughter, Piper, now 7, the AP reported. "It was physically, emotionally, psychologically exhausting," she said. "Co-stars would come on, work with us for the 10 days and say, 'Are you out of your mind?' They would be dragging themselves out of their trailer. The other side of it is I'm so grateful. I'm so grateful that [series creator] Chris [Carter] paid attention to me and believed in me as this character."
Despite the fact that Anderson will no longer be gracing the small screen in first-run episodes of the famed series, fans can still see her through the ongoing release of season-by-season DVD boxed sets. Complete with countless extras that should delight X-Philes everywhere, the "X-Files: The Complete Fifth Season" collection will appear in video stores this month.
Word has it that Anderson and Duchovny are also poised to star in upcoming films based on the series, following up on their successful 1998 movie "X-Files: Fight The Future."
Fast Facts About Gillian Anderson:
� Born Gillian Leigh Anderson on August 9, 1968, in Chicago.
� Bachelor of Fine Arts, National Theater of Great Britain, Goodman Theater School of Drama.
� Involved in a relationship with a punk artist as a teen-ager; also sang backup in his band.
� Voted Class Clown and Most Likely to Go Bald in high school.
� Received Screen Actors Guild Awards, 1995 and 1996; Golden Globe Award, 1996.
� Internet Fan Club: Gillian Anderson Testosterone Brigade.
� "X-Files" creator Chris Carter is the godfather of her daughter, Piper.
Credits
THE TURNING, 1992
THE X-FILES (TV series), 1993-2002
THE MIGHTY, 1998
THE X-FILES: FIGHT THE FUTURE, 1998
PLAYING BY HEART, 1999
THE PRINCESS MONONOKE, 1999
THE HOUSE OF MIRTH, 2000
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"Dark Places" details Ellroy's quest to resolve the unsolved murder of his mother in 1958. The book began as a story that first appeared as an article in GQ magazine.
Adapted by Jan Oxenberg, the film will be directed by Robert Greenwald ("Steal This Movie"), who produces, with Francis Ford Coppola sharing executive producer credits.
"Places" is financed through the five-picture partnership between Coppola's production company, American Zoetrope, and Myriad Pictures.
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I am sitting in my hotel room in the desert. Berrago Springs to be exact, where we are shooting the final final days of the show. There is a wind that has picked up and threatens to blow my whole caseda on its side. I feel like Dorothy in that rickety clapboard house. In fact that analogy is more apt than I realized. First of all, I am not in Kansas anymore and second of all, when I finally land and crack open the door of my future, a whole new and wonderfully foreign world will span out before me. And in technicolor no doubt.
These last few days have been a little surreal. Shooting in this heat with the wind and sand is no small task. Kim Manners looks about ready to have a heart attack. He is sunburned and stressed and his back has been out for weeks and we have to get all of our work done each day before the sun goes down. Poor Kim, he works so hard.
Production decided at some point to make all of our scenes out here daywork. I am not sure what the original impetus was but it enables the crew to gather in the evenings and enjoy eachother for the countdown. The only problem for me at least is that I have gotten home after work everynight with a dreadful headache and absolutely no energy to be social whatsoever. If I drank I am sure I could muster the energy to partake in the fun and forget my physical woes but since that is not an option, I relegate myself to my room and the advil bottle and contemplate which of the many scripts/books/movies I have no energy to enjoy.
On the whole everyone is in good spirits and there does not seem to be a whole lot of sadness yet. The hair/makeup/wardrobe department has brought along water pistols and spend the day drenching eachother at regular intervals to peels of uproarious laughter from all. David has been joining in which is not quite fair as he is in Mulder clothes and cannot be squirted back. Although, the odd crew member who has been doused by him for too long will throw caution to the wind and just let him have it. And since David wears a t-shirt and has little hair and make-up maintenance, it doesn't take long to right him again. Me, on the other hand, am wearing a shirt that showswater and hair that frizzes when wet and way too much make-up for my owngood, and am forced to play the roll of Mom. I am the safe zone behind whom everyone gets to hide. It is both a frustrating yet satisfying position to bein; to be on the outside yet needed and included all the same. The irony is not lost on me as in reality, in a purely psychological way, it is just the way I like it.
Chris is out here and in good spirits as well. Going for runs in the early evenings after work when the rest of us can barely peel ourselves off the couch. Where does he get his energy? I think he and David are working up to a triathlon in the next month or so which also includes biking and swimming. A safe way for them to compete. It is hard to tell what might really be going on in Chris's head right now. Whether he maintains his smile and quiet contemplation because he is grounded and at peace with the end or if it is a mask that holds back a storm of emotion. I guess that can be said for us all as we reside together in this far away melting pot taking our last steps on the yellow brick road towards the unknown.
Anyway, I was looking over the questions and realizing I had but few days to come up with something and just started writing where I'm at. Hopefully this is answering some of your silent questions of...what is it like for them right now in the final days? Come Friday there will be but one answer, one ultimate truth. And it will come in the form of tears.
I know that your hearts and minds are with us and you will follow us albeit resignedly, as we trudge the road to happy destiny. I thank you for that.
With gratitude,
Gillian
(Note from Rachael: Ok, I'm crying now... this is just too hard for me. I can hardly keep up the webpage...)