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Fanny Lye Deliver’d: The dampest spectacle you will see this year.

And there were very strict Bible-thumping people – and I play one of those – and then there were people who decided we should behave like people did in San Francisco in the early 1960s.” So there were an awful lot of debates basically trying to decide how they were going to run the country. But at that time we had just chopped off a king’s head. They are pursued as licentious Levellers by a sinister poppinjay (Peter McDonald) and his cronies. One Sunday, a young, naked couple (Freddie Fox and Tanya Reynolds) take refuge at the Lye family’s Shropshire home. A 17th-century home invasion drama, the film stars Dance as ex-soldier John Lye, a brutal patriarch given to beating his wife Fanny (Maxine Peake) and boasting about his soldiering days in Ireland. The third film from cult director Thomas Clay (The Great Ecstasy of Robert Carmichael, Soi Cowboy) derives its thrills and horrors from the heated pitch of the English revolution. Hailing from the same tradition as Ben Wheatley’s A Field in England and 1970s folk horrors, Witchfinder General, Winstanley and The Blood on Satan’s Claw, Fanny Lye Deliver’d is the latest film to wreak havoc on dour theologians in capotains.

“We made a bit of a habit of that actually.” “The English did not behave very well, I’m afraid,” he says. Just to add to the sense of anomaly that comes with imagining Charles Dance at a dump – then reckoning with him not being especially high-born – we begin to consider the matter of Oliver Cromwell. A 2016 episode of Who Do You Think You Are? – which revealed that his great-great-grandmother, a laundress, had seven children with his great-great-grandfather, a laundryman, despite being married to other people – confirmed his lack of courtly ancestry. He attributes his screen and stage grandeur to something about the way his “face is put together”. And if the writing is good and the villain is three-dimensional, well, that’s the most fun. In 2016 he and other working-class actors voiced concerns about the lack of opportunities for state school-educated actors. He attended Widey technical school for boys in Plymouth. His mother was a parlourmaid who started work at 13. He is not, despite many turns as a toff and an OBE, anywhere near in line for the throne. “Appearances can be deceiving,” laughs the actor.

We’re accustomed to seeing Dance in posh circles, whether in the diplomatic corps in Plenty, as the reigning king in stoner comedy Your Highness, or as Lord Mountbatten in The Crown. Or perhaps casting directors are to blame. Today, he calls me as he approaches a local dump, a location that, despite his versatility as an actor, must feature on any top 10 list of things one can’t picture Charles Dance doing. Remember that moment in Game of Thrones when the tyrannical Tywin Lannister was shot by his own son with a crossbow while on the loo? Well, Charles Dance, the actor behind the monstrous monarch, is managing something that’s just as incongruous if not quite so ignominious.