Nobody wants to talk about Keira Knightley’s body
Kevin Maher Nobody wants to talk about Keira Knightley’s body. Not the flock of assistants, stylists and acquaintances who flit about in her wake as she cruises towards a cordoned press corner of Claridge’s Hotel. Not the feisty PR martinets and film company major-domos who’ve organised the day’s interviews to publicise Knightley’s new film, Atonement. And certainly not the cowed line of TV reporters, queueing up for their five-minute burst of platitudinous bites. No, it seems that the 22-year-old Knightley has spent the last year battling the world’s obsession with her body image, even successfully suing a national newspaper over accusations of anorexia, and so an edict has been issued from the highest echelons of media management stating that nobody, BUT NOBODY, must mention the subject of Knightley’s body. Nobody, that is, except for Knightley herself. “I mean, I’m an actress and it’s a tool, after all,” she says, launching into a lengthy and nuanced explanation of the Knightley bod...