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Matthew Lewis

28 Jahre

Matthew Lewis wurde mit der Rolle des "Neville Longbottom" in "Harry Potter" von Film zu Film wichtiger, ein Fanliebling und berühmt. Doch der Ruhm steigt ihm nicht zu Kopf, er arbeitet ehrgeizig an seiner Karriere

  • Geboren , Horsforth, West Yorkshire / Großbritannien
  • VornameMatthew David
  • Name Lewis
  • Grösse 1.83 m
  • Sternzeichen Krebs

Biografie von Matthew Lewis

Der kleine "Matt", wie Freunde und Familie ihn nennen, wollte schon früh hoch hinaus. Aber nicht, weil er den Ruhm wollte. Ihn faszinierte das Spielen, er wollte arbeiten und seine Liebe zur Schauspielerei ausleben können.

Berühmt über Nacht mit "Harry Potter"

Bereits im Alter von fünf Jahren stand für zahlreiche Nebenrollen in britischen TV-Produktionen und Werbespots vor der Kamera. Sieben Jahre machte er seinen Job unbeachtet von der Öffentlichkeit – das änderte sich 2001, als Matthew 12 Jahre alt war, schlagartig! Von da an spielte er die Rolle des Zauberlehrlings "Neville Longbottom" in allen acht " "-Filmen. Der dickliche Neville mit dem freundlichen Gesicht ist ein Mitschüler von in Hogwarts und zeichnet sich durch seine Sensibilität und Loyalität aus. Optisch mussten die Maskenbildner ganz schön tricksen: Für die Rolle musste Matthew einen Fatsuit tragen und seine abstehenden Ohren waren bloß eine Prothese. Nachdem 2011 der letzte "Harry Potter"-Film abgedreht war, durfte sich die Zähne richten lassen, angeblich auf Kosten der Filmgesellschaft Warner. Während der 10-jährigen Dreharbeiten war es ihm laut Vertrag untersagt worden, sein markantes Gebiss verschönern zu lassen.

Der bodenständige Matthew

So wundert es nicht, dass Matthew heute ganz anders aussieht als wir ihn aus den Potter-Filmen kennen. Er ist ein smarter, ansehnlicher Mann geworden. Und er ist berühmt. Die Frauen stehen Schlange. Doch das ist dem bodenständigen Schauspieler nicht wichtig: "Der Ruhm und die netten Worte sind sehr schmeichelhaft und schön, aber ich will nur schauspielern."

Er mag es auch nicht, sich selber auf dem Bildschirm zu sehen. Während seine Eltern alle "Harry Potter"-DVDs haben, es lieben die Filme zu schauen und stolz auf ihren Nachwuchs sind, vermeidet Matt, Filme anzuschauen, in denen er spielt. Die Schüchternheit seiner Kindheit, als er es gar nicht mochte vor der Klasse zu sprechen, hat er wohl noch nicht ganz abgelegt.

Und wer nach dem plötzlichen Ruhm wilde Partys und ein ausschweifendes Nachtleben erwartet, liegt auch falsch. Matthew ist gerne zu Hause und entspannt sich. "Es ist nett, auf Partys und in Nachtclubs eingeladen zu werden. Ab und an gehe ich mal aus, aber ich bin lieber für mich."

Und was bringt die Zukunft?

Nach seinem "Harry Potter"-Erfolg blieben die ganz großen Rollenangebote bisher aus. Er spielte in dem Independent-Film "The Sweet Shop", in der fünfteiligen Fernsehserie "The Syndicate" und in zwei Folgen des BBC-Comedy-Dramas "Bluestone 42". Bereits anbgedreht hat er allerdings auch eine Verfilmung des Erfolgsromans "Ein ganzes halbes Jahr" von - an seiner Seite , und .

Aber auch die Theaterszene ist auf ihn aufmerksam geworden. In den letzten Jahren stand er für mehrere Stücke in London auf der Bühne und begeistert sein Publikum auch ohne Kamera mit seinem authentischen Wesen.

Social Media von Matthew Lewis

Thrilled with Bairstow at six.

14.12.2017

RT @mrchrisaddison: "Shock" https://t.co/9NvKsz9CAI

13.12.2017

RT @DavidLammy: Full alignment and a £50bn divorce bill.. So what is basically happening is that we spend tens of billions of taxpayers’ mo…

10.12.2017

I am well in this. https://t.co/FSw5dWVwZH

08.12.2017

RT @bbcthree: @Mattdavelewis Good news Matt! #Bluestone42 is back on @BBCiPlayer: https://t.co/K63dxrarTC

08.12.2017

RT @edhelms: Retweet if you’ve ever paid @Gogo for their in-flight WiFi and then just didn’t get any internet for the rest of the flight. O…

04.12.2017

RT @liamgallagher: Leeds Yorkshire you lot are fucking BRUTAL don't ever change as you were LG x

04.12.2017

That @camsmith9 is decent though, eh?

02.12.2017

"Other highlights of the trip included a view of The Albany, the home to the poet, Lord Byron, and Matthew Lewis, the author of the Gothic novel, ‘The Monk’; its manuscript is part of the collection at Wisbech and Fenland Museum."

23.09.2017

"In many Gothic novels from the late 18th century, the seemingly supernatural events portrayed actually turn out to have rational explanations. The ‘explained supernatural’ became a means whereby the ghostly could be evoked to create atmosphere and suspense, but then explained away so as not to offend the Protestant audiences who associated the supernatural with Catholicism. Matthew Lewis’s novel The Monk (1796), however, turned this expectation on its head. In The Monk the genuinely supernatural is everywhere." via The British Library

05.10.2016

via The British Library

14.09.2016

"May I not safely credit her assertions? Will it not be easy for me to forget her sex, and still consider her as my Friend and my disciple? Surely her love is as pure as She describes. Had it been the offspring of mere licentiousness, would She so long have concealed it in her own bosom?" --from THE MONK

14.08.2016

London Review of Books (Subscription only)

11.06.2016

"Traditionally, the Gothic story is a generational statement couched in camp. Early Gothic novels were obsessed with secret family relationships (often incest, an evergreen trope of the genre since Matthew Lewis’ 1796 thriller The Monk) or with childbirth and moral inheritance in a swiftly changing world (Frankenstein). Later novels tackled psychological trauma as much as plot twists: Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, Turn Of The Screw, and Dracula built a forensic profile of the damned."

01.11.2015

27.10.2015

"In Matthew Lewis' impressively busy The Monk, published in 1796, evil nuns imprison a maiden, and a monk is seduced by a demoness into a Satanic sex spree and eventual damnation..."

25.10.2015

“She sealed his lips with a wanton kiss; 'Though I forgive your breaking your vows to heaven, I expect you to keep your vows to me.” ― Matthew Gregory Lewis, The Monk

20.08.2015

“An author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an animal whom every body is privileged to attack: for though all are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them.” ― Matthew Gregory Lewis, The Monk

08.03.2015

1. The Monk by Matthew Lewis: "While there are now some classy editions of The Monk (1796), with scholarly introductions and fine art on the covers, my own copy is a Sphere paperback from 1974. It is proudly announced as number 24 of the Dennis Wheatley Library of the Occult and features a photograph of a busty loose-haired woman wearing a crucifix, with a dark cowl obscuring the top of her face. It is ghastly, but mainly for the wrong reasons. “She lifted her veil slowly. What a sight presented itself to my startled eyes! I beheld before me an animated corpse.” Wheatley’s introduction may not be academic in nature, but it does come with a facsimile signature (readers always appreciate that), and also provides the knockout information that “Monk” Lewis was the first tenant of a particular apartment (K1) in Piccadilly’s famous Albany. By a creepy coincidence, it was in K1 itself that the idea of the Library of the Occult series was first proposed "

04.12.2014

"Matthew Lewis, author of The Monk. I would be so curious to meet the man who created such a startlingly perverse, over-the-top book in the 18th century!"

25.11.2014

What's the last book you read that had a big impact on you? "The Monk by Matthew Lewis. It's essentially a very pulp book about sex, murder, scandal, and the supernatural—but written in the most beautiful and eloquent language, by a 19-year-old in 1796. It does not follow the rules about linear plot or following a single character, but rather slyly ties the various plots and characters all together in the most absurdist and satisfying ways." -- Margaret Chardiet

19.11.2014

"THE GRIM WHITE WOMAN" by Matthew Lewis Lord Ronald was handsome, Lord Ronald was young; The green wood he traversed, and gaily he sung; His bosom was light, and he spurr'd on amain, When lo ! a fair lass caught his steed by the rein. She caught by the rein, and she sank on her knee ; — " Now stay thee, Lord Ronald, and listen to me !" — She sank on her knee, and her tears 'gan to flow, — ' Now stay thee, Lord Ronald, and pity my woe !"— — " Nay, Janet, fair Janet, I needs must away ; " I speed to my mother, who chides my delay." — — " Oh! heed not her chiding; though bitter it be, " Thy falsehood and scorn are more bitter to me." — — " Nay, Janet, fair Janet, I needs must depart; " My brother stays for me to hunt the wild hart."— — " Oh ! let the hart live, and thy purpose forego, To sooth with compassion and kindness my woe." — — " Nay, Janet, fair Janet, delay me no more; " You please me no longer, my passion is o'er: " A leman more lovely waits down in yon dell, " So, Janet, fair Janet, for ever farewell !" — No longer the damsel's entreaties he heard ; His dapple-grey horse through the forest he spurr'd ; And ever, as onwards the foaming steed flew, Did Janet with curses the false one pursue. — " Oh ! cursed be the day," in distraction she cries, " When first did thy features look fair in my eyes ! And cursed the false lips, which beguiled me of fame ; " And cursed the hard heart, which resigns me to shame! «' The wanton, whom now you forsake me to please — " May her kisses be poison, her touch be disease! ' When you wed, may your couch be a stranger to joy, " And the Fiend of the Forest your offspring destroy ! "May the Grim White Woman, who haunts this wood, " The Grim White Woman, who feasts on blood, " As soon as they number twelve months and a day, " Tear the hearts of your babes from their bosoms away."- Then frantic with love and remorse home she sped, Lock'd the door of her chamber, and sank on her bed; Nor yet with complaints and with tears had she done, When the clockin St. Christopher's churchstruck — "one !' Her blood, why she knew not, ran cold at the sound; She lifted her head ; she gazed fearfully round ! When, lo ! near the hearth, by a cauldron's blue light, She saw the tall form of a female in white. Her eye, fix'd and glassy, no passions express'd ; No blood fill'd her veins, and no heart warm'd her breast ! She seem'd like a corse newly torn from the tomb, And her breath spread the dullness of death through the room. Her arms, and her feet, and her bosom were bare ; A shroud wrapp'd her limbs, and a snake bound her hair. This spectre, the Grim White Woman was she, And the Grim White Woman was fearful to see ! And ever, the cauldron as over she bent, She mutter'd strange words of mysterious intent : A toad, still alive, in the liquor she threw, And loud shriek'd the toad, as in pieces it flew! To heighten the charm, in the flames next she flung A viper, a rat, and a mad tiger's tongue; The heart of a wretch, on the rack newly dead, And an eye, she had torn from a parricide's head. The flames now divided ; the charm was complete; Her spells the White Spectre forbore to repeat ; To Janet their produce she hasten' d to bring, And placed on her finger a little jet ring ! — " From the Grim White Woman," she murmur'd, " receive " A gift, which your treasure, now lost, will retrieve. " Remember, 'twas she who relieved your despair, " And when you next see her, remember your prayer!" — This said, the Fiend vanish'd ! no longer around Poind the cauldron its beams; all was darkness profound ; Till the gay beams of morning illumined the skies, And gay as the morning did Ronald arise. * This is included in: "Poems Bewitched and Haunted" (Everyman's Library): A delightfully ghoulish array of specters and sorceresses, witches and ghosts, hags and apparitions haunt these pages–a literary parade of phantoms and shades to add to the revelry of All Hallow’s Eve. From Homer to Horace, Pope to Poe, Randall Jarrell to James Merrill, Poems Bewitched and Haunted draws on three thousand years of poetic forays into the supernatural. Ovid conjures the witch Medea, Virgil channels Aeneas’s wife from the afterlife, Baudelaire lays bare the wiles of the incubus, and Emily Dickinson records two souls conversing in a crypt, in poems that call out to be read aloud, whether around the campfire or the Ouija board. From ballads and odes, to spells and chants, to dialogues and incantations, here is a veritable witches’ brew of poems from the spirit world. More here: http://www.randomhouse.com/knopf/classics/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781400043880

20.10.2014

Marked for death … Tales of Terror by Matthew Lewis, published 1808. Photograph: British Library1.5/PR

04.10.2014

“Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former.” ― Matthew Lewis, The Monk

14.08.2014

Matthew Gregory Lewis was born on this day in 1775. An English novelist and dramatist, he was often referred to as "Monk" Lewis, because of the success of his classic Gothic novel, The Monk. "An Author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an Animal whom every body is privileged to attack; For though All are not able to write Books, all conceive themselves able to judge them." --from The Monk (1796)

09.07.2014

The Bleeding Nun, of the Castle of Lindenberg; or, the history of Raymond & Agnes. By the author of the Castle Spectre [M. G. Lewis. An episode from “The Monk”]. More here: http://www.bl.uk/collection-items/the-bleeding-nun-of-the-castle-of-lindenberg-or-the-history-of-raymond-and-agnes

05.07.2014

03.07.2014

“An author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an animal whom every body is privileged to attack: for though all are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them.” ― Matthew Gregory Lewis, The Monk

20.05.2014

03.05.2014

"You are mine, and Heaven itself cannot rescue you from my power. Hope not that your penitence will make void our contract. Here is your bond signed with your blood; You have given up your claim to mercy, and nothing can restore to you the rights which you have foolishly resigned." ― Matthew Lewis, The Monk

10.04.2014

"Horror in literature attains a new malignity in the work of Matthew Gregory Lewis (1775–1818), whose novel The Monk (1796) achieved marvellous popularity and earned him the nickname of “Monk” Lewis. . . . One great thing may be said of the author; that he never ruined his ghostly visions with a natural explanation. He succeeded in breaking up the Radcliffian tradition and expanding the field of the Gothic novel." —H. P. Lovecraft, Supernatural Horror in Literature

08.04.2014

"The Monk was a black engine of sex and the supernatural that changed the genre--and the novel itself--forever. There has never been anything quite like it. At this writing, the book is over two hundred years old and still explosive." -- Stephen King (2002)

08.04.2014

“She sealed his lips with a wanton kiss; 'Though I forgive your breaking your vows to heaven, I expect you to keep your vows to me.” ― Matthew Gregory Lewis, The Monk

08.04.2014