Having a family can be a rude awakening for some people but it wasn't like that for me. I've absolutely loved it and I still do. I've got two daughters, Polly and Camilla, in their late 20s now. You get these people who say, "Wait for the terrible twos," and, yes, they've had the odd flounce, but they've got increasingly joyful to be around. My wife Alice and I are very close to them and value their company hugely.

He’s been a total delight. So I now have a son of 41, a son of 40 and one of four.

I don't know if there's a market for a tiny Asian superhero.

The death of my beloved husband Bob [Bradford, an American movie producer] in 2019 was devastating because he hadn’t been ill. We were married for nearly 56 years and together for 58. He had a stroke in the night. His last words were, “I love you.” I’m so glad I told him, “I love you too, darling.” A week later he was gone.

I don't have one. I know too many.

I look forward to answering that question in 15 years.

My wife, Daniela. She is the bringer of joy and clarity, and she is very beautiful.

Loss.

I don't have a treasured possession.

More sleep. I am sleep-deprived at the moment. I've just done four films back to back and I am about to start another one, so it is very tough – and wonderful.