Back in the 1960s he was the brilliant young star of the Royal Shakespeare Company. I saw his moody, studenty Hamlet- one of the defining performances of the era- and fully expected him to turn into my generation's Gielgud. Then he went to Hollywood and- well- embarked on a career playing doctors and clergymen and Klingon elder statesmen. Oh, yes, and he was the homicidal gentleman's gentleman in Titanic.
Last night he turned up on TV- as he does every once in a while- as the patriarch of a disfunctional Agatha Christie family. He's a damn fine actor, but where are the clouds of glory he should be trailing by now?