In the latest issue of GQ Magazine (April 2009), Rob did another interview. But this time the writer, Alex Pappademas, went along and so are the editors. They didn’t polish him (at all, if i may say). They kept him candid, parading his honesty and wittiness. Refreshing, it’s probably Rob’s best interview (hating the title though...). Entertaining and answers my curiousity ‘coz apparently Rob’s adorably:
Can’t lie. He seems to be telling the truth compulsively, heedlessly, helplessly. “It makes things a little scary for him sometimes. But it’s my favorite thing about him,” Twilight co-star Kristen Stewart says.
Admits that he can’t abide a conversational lull. “I just say the first thing that comes into my head, out of nervousness. During interviews I’m literally shitting my pants. I don’t want there to be a silence, because I’ll start crying.”
Worships Jack Nicholson. And loves Brando. Marlon Brando could show up, burp the alphabet in front of a couple of Associated Press guys, and catch the next plane back to Tahiti because he was Marlon fucking Brando. Pattinson understands that this isn’t an option for him. “The only way to establish any kind of mystique, is to completely shut up and never talk to anyone. And I’m contractually obligated not to shut up.”
His clothes smell like he has recently purchased them off the back of someone less fortunate than him.
The place he’s staying in L.A. has a microwave. He never had a microwave before. He spends a lot of time looking for new things you can microwave. Those frozen cheeseburgers, from the store. A carrot..
Twilight to him was at first: an American job. That’s all.
“I took half a Valium and then went into this thing (getting the part of Edward the vampire in Twilight )—and all this stuff happened." He wasn’t ready. He claims not to remember the chaos that resulted; like someone claiming not to remember shit that went down in Nam.
Always been hypersensitive about being looked at. When he was a kid and somebody’d make eye contact with him on the bus or something, he’d freak out. He’s one of those tall people who hunch, trying to disappear. His first thought, whenever he finds himself in one of these crowds, is always, Someone could very easily stab me.
Tries not to go out if he can avoid it. Stays home, watches movies, microwaves. Mostly, though, he reads about himself on the Internet. According to the Internet, there is another Robert Pattinson out there, living a very different life. All bullshit, he says, but he reads the stories anyway, out of a kind of masochistic narcissism. He admits to reading it. He reads the gossip blogs and the Twilight fan fiction (“It’s surprisingly hard-core. And very well written”). He knows what the fake Robert Pattinson said on the fake Robert Pattinson Facebook page. (The fake Robert Pattinson claimed to have nailed Kristen Stewart).
He said that he proposed to Kristen Stewart every day while shooting Twilight and in some interview, as a joke— And then it gets printed. When Stewart’s asked about this: she says, bone-drily; “He probably proposes to several girls a day, it’s sort of his thing. He thinks it’s cute.”
He almost don’t want to have a girlfriend, in this environment.
He’ll show up as young Salvador Dalí in Little Ashes, about the pre-fame bromance between Dalí, director Luis Buñuel, and poet Federico García Lorca. He’d read for the Lorca part, but when they asked him to play Dalí, he said yes. “I wanted to have a vacation in Spain, but it became just—really, really hard. He’d never done a job that was so hard; there was no budget, most of the crew spoke Spanish and I didn’t." He spent a lot of time by himself, trying to figure out how to play the part, worried he’d look like an idiot. “In a lot of ways, I was kind of crossing lines of what I thought I was comfortable doing. I had to do all this naked stuff.” Little Ashes contains a fair amount of homoerotic activity, some of which is portrayed artfully and obliquely (Dalí and Lorca dive together in a moonlit sea) and some of which is Lorca makes athletic, spiteful love to a woman while Dalí masturbates gloomily in a corner).
“I thought I’d never get another acting job again. So I was like, ‘Yeah—why not try to do something weird?’ There’s all these gay sex scenes. And y’know, I haven’t even done a sex scene with a girl, in my whole career.” “And here I am, with Javier Beltrán, who plays Lorca, doing an extremely hard-core sex scene, where I have a nervous breakdown afterward. And because we’re both straight, what we were doing seemed kind of ridiculous.” (He’s sort of laughing.) “Trying to do it doggie-style. Trying to have a nervous breakdown while doing it doggie-style. And it wasn’t even a closed set. There were all these Spanish electricians giggling to themselves.”
He hasn’t seen any movie he’s been in since the Potter movies—not even Twilight. He took his mom to the American Twilight premiere, squirmed through the first ten minutes, then bolted. “I went out and sat in the car, having a full-blown panic attack.” He doesn’t want to watch himself on film because he’s worried he’ll look like a fraud. Even before he started acting, he says, “I was constantly thinking that I was faking my emotions. I was constantly attacking myself: You’re a fake, you’re a fraud.”
Talks about starting a production company, maybe putting out his musician friends’ records.
Hasn’t mentioned any goals that involve acting. “I’m not massively concerned about doing lots of acting jobs. If it all just went, right now, I’d be like, ‘All right. I don’t really care.’ That’s probably a stupid thing to say. But I don’t, really. I think it’d be much worse to do a load of stuff that’s really bad. Because then you can’t go into another career. If you’ve made an idiot out of yourself, you’re never going to be taken seriously, as a lawyer or something, if you’re, like, a joke actor. The only thing I want from anything is to not be embarrassed.”
Not a single person calls him. Not long ago, he turned on his English cell phone for the first time in six months; he had two missed calls, from giggling teenage girls asking to speak with Edward.
There.. what a relief Hollywood haven’t changed him.
*Read the full interview at www.men.style.com
**Pic by unknown, doodling by me
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