From a guy on imdb who met Tom in Prague right before he went to Venice (I love all stories on how nice Tom is!):
There was a two day setup outside the block of flats where I live for a scene for this film.
I went downstairs when I heard the loudhailer and there was a security type guard in my hallway along with a bloke dressed in Russian police uniform who looked quite ill. I heard him speaking English so I just chatted to him about the film. After a while I asked him his name.
He was so different from the films I’d seen him in that I felt embarrassed when he told me who he was. But he was a top bloke. The dogs. The makeup that made him looked like death cooled down, the big furry hat and his natural accent meant that I didn’t really believe him at first (How different from Eames and Blane can someone get?) but he was a bit bored between takes so we just chatted and then he signed an autograph for me then waited while I rushed upstairs to get more paper for an autograph for an Indian friend of mine.
The security guy was pissed off when I asked for a photo but Tom said “Go on then but hurry up because I don’t have much time” and actually showed me how to change my camera settings on my smartphone to take the pic of us.
So. Before I start gushing, he was a great guy and if he ever reads this then he made my day. And as for my mate in India then I think that he made his decade.
I think that it’s more than just that he’s a normal guy.
For instance: I told him my name was Will during our initial chat, and when I went back later to ask him for his autograph then he had looked at the mailboxes in my hallway and knew my last name which begins with R, and signed the autograph to Will R.
It was a little thing, but I was chuffed that he’d bothered to find out my surname. Although it may have been easy since he was bored fartless between takes and in my block of flats there’s only one Will.
I love these stories.