Her manager collects them all and puts them aside. But she doesn't capture the part's full comic grandeur. I hesitate to say that she isn't patrician enough, because it will sound like a pun, but it is true. She is a People's Lady Bracknell. Reviews might be one thing, consumed in privacy.
Interviews are another thing altogether.
Routledge despises them, or so she says. I just want to do my job really. I don't mean medically, I mean metaphorically. There doesn't appear to be any gnarled tumor warranting specific investigation. Scars, certainly, but Routledge seems relatively at ease exposing them.