Extremely reclusive Hollywood star makes very rare public appearance with wife – can you guess who he is?
The 66-year-old actor appeared to be enjoying some downtime as he relaxed with his wife in Mallorca.
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Do you recognise this Hollywood star?
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He was spotted out and about with his wife
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It is Daniel Day Lewis and his wife Rebecca
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But can you work out who he is?
It is actor
The popular star was seen leaving a van by the port as he hopped into a speedboat with his wife.
It is understood the couple were travelling via speedboat to join a
yacht
with legendary filmmaker, Steven Speilberg.
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The pair famously worked together on the 2012 historical drama movie, Lincoln.
Daniel looked relaxed as he opted to cover up despite the Spanish sunshine.
He wore a long beige coat with matching trousers and kept his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark shades.
His wife Rebecca also appeared to keep things simple with a plain white t-shirt and a wide-brimmed hat.
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Daniel has famously kept a low-profile and retired from acting but was encouraged by his son to dip his toe back into the game last year.
His son Roman convinced him to star in his directorial debut.
Daniel Day-Lewis: The Triumphant Return
The father and son duo wrote the screenplay together, with the film described as an "exploration of the
relationships
between fathers, sons and brothers, and the dynamics of familial bonds".
Along with Daniel, the movie has an impressive cast which includes
The triple Oscar-winner's last film was the 2017 movie, Phantom Thread, based on the fashion world of 1950s London.
"He is immensely grateful to all of his collaborators and audiences over the many years.
"This is a private decision and neither he nor his representatives will make any further comment on this subject."
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He famously retired from acting
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Daniel is an Oscar winner
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He has rarely been seen in public since retiring
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