Showing posts with label Magazine Scans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magazine Scans. Show all posts

Friday, January 13, 2012

Danielpalooza!!!

UPDATE: I watched the show this morning and it was a typical episode of SNL: awful. I did laugh twice so it wasn't a complete and utter waste of time (I guess) but I felt bad for poor Dan. He did the best he could, he really did - he was a trooper! But the writing is just so atrocious there isn't a host out there that could make it funny. Honestly. (It's because of this that I'm slightly tempted to tape the February 4th episode featuring Channing Tatum. Dude is a piece of wood with abs and the show is going to be a train wreck!!!! I'm morbidly curious.) Even EW.com agrees with me. About Dan, not the Chan man.


Okay, so the first part of this post is current but the second half is a week late. (Sorry.) I just kept finding more and more awesome Daniel things to post and I couldn't squish it all in on time!!! What is important for you to know now is that DanRad is hosting Saturday Night Live this week! Not much can get me to watch SNL these days but for Dan I'll TiVo it. :o) He is SO adorable and always game for anything so my hopes are high that he will knock it out of the park. Oh, how I hope he does. He's already the funniest thing about the promos:


I have no idea who Lana Del Rey is. I feel old.

Dan also did another interview with MTV's Josh Horowitz the other day (to promote The Woman in Black) and it was just as fabulous as his last one. I know I gush about his interviews every time I post one but I can't help myself! He's always such a good interview, I just adore him. Adore him! Slightly embarrassing. But not enough to stop me from making it public.




And now here's the old part of the post...

One of my favorites is in the upcoming issue of Parade magazine!!! Wheeee! I have to say, I am sad that his stint in How to Succeed is over because I'm digging his current haircut. He looks great! When left to his own devices, he looks more like this. Or this. Which... eh. I really hope he tries to keep it attractive a little longer.


Daniel Radcliffe on Fame, Self-Doubt, and Falling in Love
Photo by Jake Chessum
Daniel Radcliffe opens up about life after Potter, falling in love, and fame in this weekend's issue of PARADE. And with his first post-Harry Potter film — the psychological thriller The Woman in Black — out next month, the actor admits he doesn't do well without fear.

In the highlights below, the 22-year-old actor discusses entering the second stage of his career and what it means to really be in love.

Be sure to check out this weekend's issue of PARADE magazine in your local newspaper for the full interview with Daniel Radcliffe.

Are you a romantic?
"Yes. I don’t know where my romanticism comes from. My mom and dad would read to me a lot.Treasure Island, Robinson Crusoe, tales of chivalry and knights, things like that. Those are the stories I loved growing up. I still see something very romantic in the world that perhaps isn’t there. I suppose I want it to be the place of knights and that kind of stuff.”

Knights marry princesses. Do you want to get married?
"Yes, absolutely. When growing up, I thought of marriage as being very official, drawing up a contract. It seemed slightly clinical to me. But then you meet somebody that you really love and you think, 'Actually, I wouldn’t mind standing up in front of my friends and family and telling them how much I love you and that I want to be with you forever.'

Are you in love with girlfriend Rosie Coker? [Radcliffe met Coker, a production assistant, on the set of the last Potter film.]
"Yes, absolutely. When Rosie’s here, every day seems better….I’m not an easy person to love. There are lots of times when I’m a very good boyfriend, but there are times when I’m useless. I mean, I’m a mess around the house. I talk nonstop. I become obsessed with things. This year it’s fantasy football, which means Rosie has to listen to me talking 24 hours a day about this team. 'Should I take this player out, do you think, darling?' And she listens to it, and she loves me for my oddness, my awkwardness, all of those things that I hate about myself. She finds them cute. I guess that’s love."


Why was that?
"I hated dating because I’m crap at it! [laughs] With Rosie, I didn’t know what was appropriate, like on which date you’re supposed to try and kiss her. At the end of the second date I pulled a move out of the Bela Lugosi Book of Woo—I went to kiss Rosie and at the last minute lost my nerve and ended up kissing her neck, which is such a weirdly intimate place to kiss somebody on a second date. Afterward, I texted her, saying, 'I’m sorry, what I just did probably seems very odd to you.' Fortunately, she just found it really funny, so she kept coming back."

Last year you gave up alcohol. Why? 
"My inner life was being drowned. I’ve worked with Richard Harris, Gary Oldman, all those actors who went crazy when they were young, and I always wanted that. The idea of that kind of life and chaos was always so appealing to me. Unfortunately, the way I do it, there is no romance to it! [laughs] There is nothing glorious or triumphant about it—it was pathetic, boring, and unhappy."

Your dad is a Protestant from Ulster and your mom is English and Jewish. Were you raised in a particular religion?
"There was never [religious] faith in the house. I think of myself as being Jewish and Irish, despite the fact that I’m English. My dad believes in God, I think. I’m not sure if my mom does. I don’t. I have a problem with religion or anything that says, 'We have all the answers,' because there’s no such thing as 'the answers.' We’re complex. We change our minds on issues all the time. Religion leaves no room for human complexity." 

You’ve had enormous success for someone so young. Do you fear that it won’t last?
"Yes. But it’s reality, not fear. It will happen, and I have accepted that. In a way it’s a great relief that I will never, ever do a film as successful as the Harry Potter series. But neither will anybody else. [laughs] Or it will take them a long time.”



What Daniel Radcliffe Worries About
Photo by Jake Chessum
In the exclusive extras below, the 22-year-old star talks about the cause he wants to put his Potter fortune behind, his new film, The Woman in Black, his love of poetry, and more.


On giving back. 

“I got involved in The Trevor Project [a charity which works to prevent young gay people from committing suicide] in late 2008 when I was in New York doing Equus. A few of my friends had made me aware of it. It sounded like such a fantastic thing. People need it. The suicide rate for gay teens is four times that of straight kids. I couldn't believe that nothing like this had existed before. I think that any free-thinking person who becomes very wealthy and has strong opinions on things would get involved with something like The Trevor Project or scholarships for schools or whatever. Fame is very useful in directing attention toward those things.
 
“I got paid so well for doing the Harry Potter films, it's ridiculous. If somebody asked me, 'Did you think you deserve that money?' No, of course I didn't. 'But would you have taken it anyway?' Of course. I happened to have found this industry where people get paid stupid amounts of money. That's the reality. I feel almost guilty for having done so well out of Potter. But there’s a moral imperative to help others. You know, the fact that I wake up in my lovely apartment in New York and get to stroll down here and do a couple of shows, and there is somebody in some country waking up wondering where he's going to live that week—it's a horrendous feeling. There is a sense that you have to do something. I feel Brad Pitt would agree that the way to help is to really get behind things that you're passionate about, like The Trevor Project. You have to give back.”

On homophobia. 
“Realizing that other people have a problem with [homosexuality] was the weirdest thing for me. As a kid it wasn't even something that was mentioned. It was never something that was even explained to me. It was just, “That's Mark and he's gay.” Mark was just another friend of my dad's who would talk about his boyfriend instead of his girlfriend. I was 5. I didn't care. It seemed perfectly normal, and still does....It just drives me crazy...that people can make such sweeping, ignorant statements and bring religion into it....Why would you want a god that’s up there picking and choosing who he lets in?...That doesn't make any sense." 

On marriage.
“I've got a great example to look at in my parents, because they've been married for at least 25 years and, I think, they were together for about five more before that. So they've been together a long time. I wouldn't recommend anybody marrying an actor, really. [laughs] Of course, there are cases where it works, but I’m an actor and I know what I’m like. Actors and actresses are generally pretty neurotic.”
 
On work — worrying about it, achieving the most. 
“I do worry about things like I'm not going to be good enough or my next film is not going to do well enough and that eventually people will go, ‘Oh well, why don't you move on and do something else?’ … Of course I worry about all of those things, but it comes out of a place of pride, in my knowing that I'm smart enough, good enough, hard-working enough to achieve. I now want to make as big a mix of everything as I can, from stage acting to film, and just keep working. What's lovely is that [my fame] will really help get a small independent film made, because my name carries bankability at the moment, and it will do for a few more years. If you look at somebody like Brad Pitt or George Clooney, those are guys who have immense fame and do some very successful commercial films, but they balance it by doing stuff they love, that interests them. Both could have gone down just playing romantic leads for the rest of their careers and made a very nice living. But they wanted to do different stuff. The majority of Clooney's career, acting and directing, is what I look at. If I can achieve half of what he has achieved, I'll be happy.”

On his love of poetry. 
“I think true poetry is a color—it's as fundamental as that. It can provoke a profound, basic human reaction. Understanding what the poet is saying comes from something fundamental in us that is moved by the musicality of language. I love T. S. Eliot’s 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.' I was so obsessed by it. That poem is how I see myself. It’s how people feel who have an inner life they struggle to express. That’s what's so powerful about that poem. To me it's about somebody who wants the world to be the world in his imagination and is constantly disappointed that it is not. Poetry once was not an elitist thing. Somewhere along the line, writing poetry became viewed as a kind of girlish thing to do, not something that real men should be concerning themselves with. English writer Tony Harrison is a modern poet and my hero. It's tough, muscular, brutish, angry language, and it's exciting to read.”

On his new film, The Woman in Black. 
“On the surface it's about a young lawyer, a widower, who is given a task to collect the paperwork of a recently deceased woman in her house in rural England. He goes and is terrorized by the ghost of a different dead woman. Every character that you meet in the film has been touched by bereavement at some point. It’s character-driven. Stanley Kubrick said that any film about the supernatural is inherently consoling because it implies an afterlife. That's what our film is about, really. On the surface it's about being terrified, but actually it's about love.”



And you can see a little slideshow of Dan through the years here. He's adorable! Cause they didn't include too many of his scary hair photos.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Speaking of Hot Men...

check out the cover boy for the upcoming issue of Details:








Weehoo!!! Just the little pick-me-up I needed. :o) The article is 5 pages long so I'll spare you a cut-and-paste job. If you'd like to partake, however, click here. If you want to avoid the pesky reading bit and just want to look at some more pictures, click here.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Hot Men Alert: Ewan McGregor in Out

Oh, Hot Men... it's been so long since I've posted anything about you. Where have you been? And why have you been gone so long? I don't know the answer to those questions but I do know that a good way to perk-up this long and dreary week is a healthy dose of Ewan! :o)

First, a few photos of Ewan at the Berlin Film Festival promoting The Ghost Writer.






Next, an interview with Ewan in Out magazine:

Sydney, Ewan McGregor’s sand-colored poodle mutt, is pooping on a well-kempt lawn in Los Angeles. He eyes the horizon, birds chirp, and McGregor readies the bag. Suddenly, a black Kerry terrier appears, held by a peroxide septuagenarian wearing a too-loose vintage Brentwood marathon T-shirt and too-tight spandex shorts. Sydney, torn by two competing passions, seems unable to decide whether to lunge immediately or finish his business. His eyes dart back and forth. Then, in a beige flash, Sydney makes up his mind, leaving the poop half in and half out. Moments later, sheepishly, tenderly, McGregor tidies Sydney up with a napkin cadged from Le Pain Quotidien. “Ah,” he murmurs quietly, “my wee man, Syd.” The tone of the day is set.

An hour later, the three of us are sitting on a picnic bench atop Inspiration Point at the summit of Will Rogers Park in Pacific Palisades. Well, two of us are sitting. McGregor’s lying on the bench, face up, bum westerly, legs spread in the air, illustrating an early professional mishap of onstage nudity. The incident in question involved one inopportunely placed vase full of water, two spills (the vase’s and, shortly thereafter, his), a racy Joe Orton farce, and a front row of British pensioners, alarmed and titillated by the fast-approaching naked rear end of the then 21-year-old Scot. “So I’m sliding toward the front row of the audience like this,” he says, “butt naked, and thinking, What of the front row? They just got my bumhole coming straight at them.” For those unlucky enough not to have been there, McGregor hasn’t been shy since.

There are two things my mother knows about Ewan McGregor: He wrote Atonement, and he loves dropping his trousers. One out of two ain’t bad. “I always try not to limit myself in all respects,” explains McGregor in a Scots brogue softened by years in London and, more recently, in Los Angeles, where he lives with his wife, Eve, and three daughters. “Sexuality is just one of them. I could understand saying ‘I would never do gratuitous nudity.’ Wait. No. I probably would. I’d probably be quite happy to.” In fact, as my mother correctly remembers, he has. Since his first full-frontal exposure -- during a rehearsal for a play about the Holocaust at Guildhall School of Music and Drama -- hardly a year has gone by without McGregor’s privates being committed to celluloid. “I remember getting a kind of rush out of that first time, a slight feeling of power about it, you know?” recalls McGregor. His butt, since its magnificent sliding debut in What the Butler Saw, has been seen by millions and his penis has appeared on-screen so often -- in Trainspotting, in The Pillow Book, in Velvet Goldmine -- it deserves its own Oscar nod.

The far-flung legend of McGregor’s penis, casting its long shadow over the Hollywood Hills -- though accurate -- distracts from a quietly courageous and wildly varied acting career. He’s not just some one-trick cock-flashing pony. That the long-delayed and finally upon us I Love You Phillip Morris -- a very good, very, very gay film slated for release in March -- isn’t an aberration but one of McGregor’s more mainstream films testifies to his unusual oeuvre. Like many of McGregor’s choices, I Love You Phillip Morris is an uneasy film. Based on a true story (and a 2003 book by Steve McVicker) the movie follows Steven Russell, played by Jim Carrey, a charming con man and an incorrigible escape artist. In 1995, during a stint in the Harris County Jail in Houston, Russell meets Phillip Morris -- played by McGregor as a blond Southern belle of a man -- in the jail’s library. Morris was reaching for a copy of The Federal Reporter on a high shelf. Their eyes met, sparks arced, Russell came on hard, and Morris, happy as a cat, purred and arched into the hand that pet him.

Had what follows not been exhaustively cataloged by the Texas Department of Criminal Justice, it could easily be dismissed as fantastic prison pulp: Russell goes to prison (Theft, Case No. 618544), Russell and Morris fall in love. Russell escapes prison (Escape, Case No. 727973), finds Morris, the two live lavishly. Russell goes to prison (Aggravated Theft, Case No. 723526). Russell escapes prison, finds Morris, the two live lavishly. Russell goes to prison, escapes prison, finds Morris, the two live lavishly until Russell gets caught and goes to prison for good (Escape, Case No. 9,856-C). Russell -- Inmate No. 00760259 -- has a maximum sentence that would keep him imprisoned until July 12, 2140 -- 47,595 days after the film opens.

Despite the fact that it stars perhaps the most bankable star in Hollywood -- the worldwide gross of Carrey’s movies is more than $4 billion dollars -- and, opposite him, its most talented, I Love You Phillip Morris, has languished undistributed domestically for more than a year, even after a strong showing at its Sundance debut in 2009. “At Sundance everyone assumed it would be snapped up,” says McGregor, “but it wasn’t.” Perhaps one reason is that the central character is an unlovable (or uneasily loved) sociopathic scammer. But a more likely reason is that in cells, on bunks, on boats, before sunsets, after sunsets, on divans, over ottomans, without panning away or dissolving to white, the two men kiss, fondle, fuck, blow, suck, hold hands, dance, murmur, and eye. In short, they act like lovers do, and, because both Morris and Russell are openly gay men and their gayness seems not to trouble them in the slightest, this is a dicey commercial proposition. “There was talk,” says McGregor, “that Disney fended off the release until after A Christmas Carol came out. They didn’t want kids thinking [Carrey’s] Ebenezer Scrooge was a bender.”

When it appears on American screens, I Love You Phillip Morris will be, to some extent, down-gayed. (Or perhaps it’s ungayed, degayed, or less-gayed.) As part of a bid to find U.S. distribution, the film has been recut, leaving out some of the gayest moments. After a rather touching episode of Florida Key fellatio, for example, Morris spits over the side of the boat into the Atlantic Ocean. “There were two alternatives,” explains McGregor. “There was the spit, and there was a really nice slow swallow, where I look at him and just do a loud swallow. I really like that one, but I guess they went for the more obvious spit over the side.”

Nevertheless, I Love You Phillip Morris is loudly and insistently gay. Carrey, as Russell, sees dicks in everything: clouds, baguettes, himself. At one point, he yells, Scrooge-like, “I’m gay, gay, gay, gay, gay.” But Carrey playing gay is 80% Jim Carrey and 20% the character. In McGregor’s slightly coquettish Morris, however, there are only trace elements of Ewan McGregor. In his place, there’s a sly character, part wolf, part sheep, and wholly formed.

“I’m very keen that it’s a gay movie,” McGregor insists. “There was quite a lot of talk at Sundance that ‘Well, it’s not a gay movie. It’s a film about guys who happen to be gay.’ And I was thinking, it’s nothing but a gay movie. It’s about a gay couple, about a man’s sexuality, and he comes out. It’s not the point of the film, but let’s not pretend it’s not a gay film.”

Though I Love You Phillip Morris may be some sort of Rubicon for Carrey, McGregor has kissed boys his entire career. “The first bisexual character I played was in [1996’s] The Pillow Book. There’s tons of sex in that film. We didn’t even bother putting clothes on between scenes. I had quite a full-on sex scene with a 75-year-old Japanese guy,” he recalls. “We’re kissing, and I remember going, He’s got a mustache and that’s kind of weird. Oh! That’s definitely a scrotum. That’s odd.”

Though his silver daddy moment was somewhat lost in the Trainspotting scrum, McGregor’s next movie, Todd Haynes’s Velvet Goldmine, wherein he plays a barely disguised Iggy Pop to Jonathan Rhys Meyers’s epicene “David Bowie,” brought his propensity, willingness, and talent for kissing men to a wider audience and, in so doing, provided the raw footage for a fantasy reel of dreamy leading men locking lips. In fact, upon reflection, theirs might be about the most satisfying gay kiss ever committed to film. It’s got all you need: gold lamé, an Oscar Wilde quote (“The curve of your lips rewrite history”), the deceptive vulnerability of McGregor with his wide grin, the cruel-seeming beauty of Meyers. Oh, and eye shadow -- dark, glam pools of it. “I remember when I kissed Johnny,” says McGregor. “It was just a rush at the end of the day. It was just an electrical moment, because you look around and some of the British electrician guys -- who are all mainly closeted homosexuals, I think -- were sitting around going ‘Fuck, no.’ But I like kissing boys on screen. As a straight guy, it’s quite an interesting proposition. Anything on a film set that takes you by surprise like that, that gets your blood up, is good.”

Judging from his career, lots of things seem to get McGregor’s blood up. The actor is less guided by the usual Hollywood obsession -- the bottom line -- than by a healthy full-blooded sense of adventure. (In fact, as of 2008, he’s the official face of Adventure, a cologne by Davidoff.) Twice, McGregor has circumnavigated the globe on a motorcycle with his friend Charley Boorman, the first time latitudinally, the second time longitudinally. (The trips formed the basis of two television shows, Long Way Round and Long Way Down.) His roles are those of an inquisitive mind, hungry to feel more and also feel different, not necessarily those of an acquisitive one. And thus, his career is less a direct path to the A-list than a meandering peregrination, beset by low-grossing spurs and indie digressions. But what Hollywood might see as dead ends, McGregor considers his best work. “When it gets to the top end, they’re really reluctant to step out of any box, which is why the movies become very bland,” he confesses. “When people come up to talk about a movie like Velvet Goldmine, it’s much more interesting than talking about, for instance, Angels & Demons.”

So, though McGregor fought in the Battle of Naboo, he’s also jerked off as James Joyce (in Star Wars episodes 1 through 3 and Nora, respectively). He’s been a song and dance man in the strange Down With Love and the stellar Moulin Rouge and an action figure in Black Hawk Down. But in lesser known movies like Young Adam, Stay, The Pillow Book, Phillip Morris, and in the forthcoming movie Beginners, by indie auteur Mike Mills, McGregor gives breath and depth to characters rarely written and even more rarely lifted from the page into a body. “I’m always interested in playing different people, in different situations,” he says, sitting bolt upright, suddenly serious and eyeing the Pacific Ocean stretching below us. “It doesn’t matter to me whether someone is in love with a man or a woman. I find the idea of love and romance interesting. I’m a sucker for it. I like playing someone who’s falling in love because I like the sensation of it.” He pauses to give Syd an affectionate pat. “People do extraordinary things when they’re falling in love.”

I Love You Phillip Morris opens on April 23.

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(I wrote about ILYPM back in April '08 and again that August so when they say the film has been languishing on the shelf for a long while, they're not exaggerating. Will I see it in the theater? That's a tough one; Robert is usually very supportive and indulgent of my hot men movie proclivities but I think this one is going to be a hard sell...)

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Daniel Radcliffe in Parade

Harry Potter fever is in full swing, people! Well, okay, maybe it's still in more of a winding-up stage. But still! It's coming!!! And I'm a huge dork who's very excited! Gah!

Anyway, the upcoming issue of Parade has an article on Daniel and in the spirit of bombarding you with all sorts of Harry Potter crap over the next few weeks, here it is:

Daniel Radcliffe has an ambition that might surprise you.

“Ultimately, I really want to do a bungee jump,” he tells me over Diet Cokes in a Manhattan café. He grins. “But not for a while.”

No, not for a while. Not, at least, while Radcliffe is still the very valuable centerpiece of  Warner Brothers’ gigantic Harry Potter franchise, whose five films to date have earned almost $4.5 billion (that’s billion with a “b”) worldwide. The sixth installment, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, premieres next month, and the series’ two-part finale—Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, currently in production in England—finishes shooting next spring. By that time, Daniel Radcliffe will be close to 21 and will have spent half his life portraying Harry.


What better way to celebrate a great run than a big jump?

Prior to beginning Deathly Hallows, Radcliffe made a physically less perilous but no less daring leap: starring in the Broadway revival of Peter Shaffer’s dark, disturbing play Equus. Radcliffe portrayed an unbalanced stable boy with a religious and sexual fascination with horses. He also had a nude love scene.

Of course, it wasn’t the subtle, dramatic structure of Shaffer’s play that drew all the headlines. People were initially shocked and titillated by the prospect of Harry Potter taking it all off. Then they weren’t.

“As soon as we started doing the show, people went, ‘Oh! So this is not pornography—this is a play,’ ” Rad­cliffe says matter-of-factly. “It was mainly hyped beforehand.”

Still, the mere sight of him, dressed or undressed, is enough to stir up some of his fans. At one performance, four girls sitting in the gallery above the stage caused a scene.

“From the moment I walked onstage, I could hear them talking and getting very excited,” Radcliffe recalls, shaking his head. “Then they started talking to me: ‘Dan! Dan! Look over here, Dan!’ ” He pauses. “I’m not somebody who particularly gets angry about stuff like that. In my professional life, I rarely get angry at all. And yet, I came offstage seeing blood. I was so furious!”

It will shock nobody that Radcliffe is a spectacularly sensible and articulate young man. Just like Harry. Over the years, he admits, it’s been hard to tell where Harry leaves off and he begins. “When I started out at the age of 10 or 11,” he says, “I was essentially saying the lines as I myself would say them. When I became aware that that’s what I was doing, at 13 or 14, it didn’t make sense to change, because it would suddenly be a dramatic shift in the character.” He smiles. When his mother read the sixth Harry Potter book, he remembers, she noticed that “Harry argues in the kind of irritating, pedantic way that I argue. She thought Harry and I were getting closer and closer together at that point.”

But not at this point. Significantly, Radcliffe’s smooth cheeks show a haze of dark whiskers. Gossip columns have linked him with a succession of slightly older actresses, and he doesn’t deny his taste in women: “Girls my own age are not really an option,” he tells me. “I find, generally speaking, they have to be entertained more than older girls do. So most of the girls I have had serious things with are generally sort of in their 20s.”

See exclusive pics from our wild shoot with Daniel Radcliffe

Perhaps most portentously, when a magazine photographer recently asked the actor to pose holding a magic wand and wearing the trademark Potter spectacles, he politely declined.

“I’ve now reached a stage in my career where I am starting to break away,” he says. “I just think I’m a bit too old for that now.”

So was Equus his declaration of independence?

“I didn’t set out to shock people. I set out to do something different from Potter. If I had wanted to shock people,” Radcliffe says, “I would have played, you know, a gay drug dealer. But, equally, you have to tread a very fine line. If, say, my next film was another fantasy film, everyone would just go, ‘Well, he’s not stretching himself.’ Then, if I played some drug dealer, everyone would turn around and go, ‘Oh, this smacks of desperation to stop being typecast.’ ”

Still, he hasn’t cut the cord just yet. Radcliffe is—as might be expected—extremely respectful of the Potter story, its creator J.K. Rowling, and all that the franchise has done for him. “I’ve had a happy and very healthy, really enjoyable childhood, and a fantastically interesting one,” he says. “I genuinely think I am a better person for having done these films than I possibly would have been had I not.”

Not to mention a much richer one. His salary for the most recent Potter picture was a reported $25 million; overall, he’s said to be worth at least twice that. He’s been declared England’s richest teenager.

“I think it’s amazing,” Radcliffe says. “I have been very, very fortunate. But I’m not going to spend it on flashy cars or particular extravagances. What it does in terms of my career, which is how I like to look at it—it gives me the thing that George Clooney has, where he can go off and do a big-budget movie like Ocean’s Eleven, make a lot of money for it, and then go and do stuff that won’t pay as much. It gives you room to maneuver, basically. It means I can relax, and I think that’s the best thing it can do. It’s one thing in my life that I am incredibly fortunate not to have to worry about. Money will never be the focus for me. That’s not how I’ve been brought up.”

The only child of Marcia Gresham and Alan Radcliffe, a casting director and an actor turned literary agent, Daniel grew up in show business: He was a veteran of two films before he was cast for Potter. As a middle-class Londoner, he was sent to private schools, but then, as acting consumed his schedule, on-set tutors took over his education. He never looked back.

See photos of the Harry Potter star through the years

“I wasn’t very good in school at all,” Radcliffe says. “I was kind of useless. I found the work really, really difficult.”

I ask him to imagine what his life might have been like if it had taken a more conventional turn.

“I think, on the whole, I wouldn’t have half the confidence that I have,” he tells me. “I’m not saying that I’m a
brazenly confident person. But I’m kind of sure of myself intellectually. And I know I wouldn’t have been if I had stayed in school because, before I did Potter, my confidence had been more or less destroyed by a couple of teachers. So I had it all restored by the people who taught me on the films.”

But confidence never turned to cockiness—or worse. “In England, you’re treated as a kid first, then an actor,” he says. “I think in America it’s the other way around. You’re more likely to get inflated ideas about yourself because it’s happening during your formative years. If I ever got too big for my boots in England when I was growing up on the films, someone would let me know. I’ve been surrounded by very honest, good people the whole time.”

Not so many people these days, though. A few months ago, Radcliffe quietly moved out of his parents’ house and into a place of his own in London. “It’s a bit weird,” he admits. “The first few weeks you’re getting used to living alone, which is bizarre, but I really enjoy it now, actually.”

And what about the prospect of—gulp—turning 20 next month?

“I’ve noticed I make noises when I get up and sit down now,” Radcliffe says in all seriousness. “I mean, my knees are rotten bad—I refused to wear knee pads too many times when I was doing stunts, and I just clobbered them up a bit. I am an old man in a young man’s body.”

But then, we kind of knew that all along, didn’t we?

Monday, June 01, 2009

Movie Morsels 52 - Public Enemies

A new 'trailer' for Public Enemies debuted during the MTV Movie Awards on Sunday so, of course, I must fulfill my Hot Men oath and pass it along. Great googlymoogly - Johnny Depp looks FOIN in this movie!!! Ha cha cha!


I also found a few scans from July's Empire magazine on Public Enemies and it's a little more Christian-centric. :o) I hate to say it, but I think Johnny is whupping Christian's ass hot-wise in this movie. (Though his accent is sort of a turn-off... too bad I can't watch it muted with subtitles.) July 1st, people!!! I will be there!









Thursday, February 26, 2009

Movie Morsels 45: Terminator Salvation

I've known that Christian Bale is on the cover of April's Empire magazine for a few days now but I didn't want to post anything until I found the full scan of the article. Well, I found it this morning and so here it is! The issue is a special one commemorating 25 years of Terminator - it's also the first official interview with Christian post-rant. It looks like a good read if you're at all interested in the upcoming Terminator Salvation - there are some cool breakdowns of the machines - but it also may contain "possible spoilers" so just keep that in mind...










(There are 10 separate images on which to click...)

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Movie Morsels 43: Terminator Salvation

Entertainment Tonight premiered the newest trailer for Terminator Salvation last night - complete with intro by McG (Woo. Hoo.) - so, of course, it's up for grabs on the Web this morning.


The big Terminator at the end of the trailer (1:58) looks like a Transformer and the motorcycles @ the 0:43 mark look like scaled-down Batpods so I hope the movie isn't a mishmosh of all the "cool" stuff from earlier movies. Not that it really matters, I guess, because if Christian is in it I'm there. But still... I don't want it to be a huge cheesefest.

Christian-Bale.org has some scans of Total Film's January Terminator-themed issue, so of course I am a dutiful fan and am passing them on to you. Enjoy!





Thursday, October 23, 2008

Hot Men Alert: Daniel Craig

Hey, it's been over a month since my last hot men post - that's some real willpower there, people. As you can see, Daniel Craig is on the cover of this Sunday's Parade magazine promoting the only-three-weeks-from-tomorrow premiere of Quantum of Solace. (Woohoo!)



If you don't feel like reading the article via the pics above, you can access it at Parade's Web site here.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Hot Men Alert: Gerard Butler

Sadly, it is with a half-heart that I post these photos... Gerry could (and has) look so much better! But I could not call myself a true hot men aficionado if I did not pass any and all potential hot pics on to you. So here you are:




(photos courtesy of JustJared)

As you can see, Gerry's on the cover of October's Men's Health promoting his new movie RocknRolla (due out on Halloween). Gerry has hot potential for sure but definitely not enough to get me to sit through a Guy Ritchie movie!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Daniel Radcliffe in Vogue

This is most definitely NOT a "hot men" post - I think Daniel is a wee bit too young and too... goofy. Gawky. I don't know but he's definitely safely outside the 'hot men' circle. He's more of an "Awww, he's so cute!" kind of guy. He is quite funny and personable in interviews and whatnot... but I could never, ever, ever go there. Just wanted to make that clear before I start! :o)

That being said, I came across his interview in this month's Vogue promoting his upcoming Broadway debut and thought I'd pass it along. You can access part of it at Vogue's site but the scans below include the entire article and both photos.









I feel a bit bad for Daniel - the dude is already *ahem* on the shorter side (he's allegedly 5'6"*). Did they have to photograph him all curled up in the fetal position on a giant horse?! He looks like a small child! Dang.



* When I read that, it got me thinking - isn't Dan just a younger, richer version of Robert? Let's see, shall we?


Well - I guess Robert's got this one, after all. Even if he is a few million dollars less rich. ;o) Guess I lucked out, then... whew!