Black sheep and proud of it

Jane Campion discusses love, Hollywood, and women directors with Harpers & Queen. “Jane Campion seems to have the wrong name. ‘Jane’ is one of those names that belongs to girls who play skipping-rope, while ‘Campion’ is reminiscent of that delicate wild flower of country lanes, the pink campion. The 49-year-old New Zealander has a mass of thick, strong hair, an unflinching gaze, and facial bone structure that could have been hewn from stone to resemble a pagan mask. You certainly wouldn’t want to be in the same room as this woman when she got pissed off at one of her Hollywood people … Once you’ve got used to the fiery Medusa Campion, you start to notice another quality that is a strong part of her make-up  something that could be wisdom, or perhaps a type of inner calm.” Campion revels in her outsider status: “Oh, Hollywood loves its mavericks; it loves its black sheep. They’re always trying to bring them into the fold. They don’t know how to breed originality so they buy it. And I’m not for sale so they leave me alone.”