We were subjected to a barrage of Green Lantern ads riding the Amtrak to New York the other day and we have to say, all that lurid green was making us a little nauseous by the time we disembarked. Still, Tom’s a nerd and any time a Super Friend gets the CGI treatment, he feels duty-bound to go, so we’ll be there on opening day, wearing our Dramamine patches.
Ryan Reynolds covers Details magazine’s June/July 2011 issue; photographed by Matthias Vrien S-McGrath. Let’s listen in:
On not becoming famous early: “I’m really fucking lucky that I hit it late. None of this happened to me in my early twenties, so I didn’t configure myself at an early age in the audience’s mind as one guy.”
On not settling on one genre of films: “I’m not declaring nothing, man! I’m getting away with something I’d like to continue getting away with.”
On his dark side: “You want to see what I’m like when we turn the tape recorder off? I slit throats, that’s what I do. I only drink panda tears. Do not bring me water. Do not bring me filtered water. I want the tears of a newborn panda, and I will have them—because I’m Ryan Reynolds!”
On not sharing details of his divorce: “I’ll say this: the media was not invited to my marriage, and they’re definitely not invited into the divorce. Anyone who gets divorced goes through a lot of pain, but you come out of it. I’m not out of it yet. At all. But I sense that as I do come through it, there’s optimism. How can there not be? I don’t think I want to get married again, but you always reevaluate these things. Any kind of crisis can be good. It wakes you up. I gotta say, I’m a different person than I was six months ago.”
Darlings, you’ll have to pardon us for being so crass but, LOL WHUT? Is he serious here? Not the “drinking panda tears” part, obviously, but the whole regular-joe patois of gratuitous profanity and double negatives? Is that the “different person” he’s become post-divorce? You’ll pardon us for being prejudicial, but anyone with abs you can see through a suit has given up the right to try and get away with a “Lunchbox Larry” persona. This is the male celebrity version of the “I eat french fries and spaghetti and can’t gain an ounce!” bullshit that the lady celebs dish out. When spandex and protein shakes are the tools of your trade, and you’re wearing Prada in the accompanying pics, best not to pretend like you drive a bus. No one’s buying it.
As for the pictures…
It’s the usual guyditorial of James Dean-inspired t-shirt-and-jeans looks. Nothing earth-shattering, but he’s just the blandly good-looking guy for the job.
[Photo Credit: details.com]