“Be down in a minute!” a cheery voice crackles through the intercom. It’s a balmy late July afternoon in east London, and I’ve just rung the buzzer of an old schoolhouse, now a hub of offices for fashion types. Within moments, the rangy 29-year-old actor Harris Dickinson bounds down an exterior staircase and shakes my hand. “Did you come far?” he asks.

We’re a few miles away from the London film industry hub of Soho, in a low-key neighborhood of modish restaurants and cafés where Dickinson has situated the office of his production company, Devisio Pictures. He’s practically in camouflage here, in a white T-shirt, cargo pants, and Adidas Sambas, and his office vibe is that of a scrappy but flourishing start-up: potted plants, a kaleidoscopic array of herbal teas on a windowsill, and vintag

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