The lovely thing about Broadbent is that such a humdrum-looking man with such a talent for mumbling should prove to be such a subversive. He is an actor who embraces unconventional working practices and who conveys, at least, the impression of only ever choosing projects that reflect his hunger for something new.
He hasn't, for example, followed up his 2002 Oscar with a big, lucrative Hollywood role, because he prefers to work in the British film industry and 'there hasn't been anything recently that has interested me'.
Broadbent points out that the real conflict in Theatre Of Blood is not the one between actor and critic but between creative freedom and bureaucracy, a subject he clearly feels passionate about. 'It's about the fun and danger of theatre being squashed, the lifeblood draining away,' he says. 'You can see it happening around you all the time.'
Has the production awakened a love for Shakespeare, a writer Broadbent has always steered clear of? He demurs. 'I'm not sure yet. But I'm loving all the fake blood.'
Theatre Of Blood previews now, opens Thu, in rep until Aug 27, Lyttelton, National Theatre, South Bank SE1, 7.30pm (Thu 7pm), mats 2.15pm, £10 to £35. Tel: 020 7452 3000. www.nationaltheatre.org Tube: Waterloo/Embankment