Didn’t he already do that shit in One Fine Day?
George Clooney has a movie to promote (The Monuments Men aka You mean the story Grandpa Simpson told Bart about the Fighting Hellfish, right?) so he’s bouncing from magazine cover to magazine cover, and this time we’re talking about Esquire UK. Clooney appears in the January 2014 issue, sans-migraine suit, and talks to editor Alex Bilmes about his love of mennonite quilts, his passion for home-made kombucha, and what’s on his Netflix queue (Say Yes To The Dress). KIDDING – according to The Daily Mail, he talks about the GCU (George Clooney Usual) ie. his love life, being famous, and the ho you’ll NEVER see him bring to the Academy Awards, Twitter:
Despite the actor’s rise to global superstardom, he says being famous is restrictive. In 15 years Clooney has not gone for a walk in New York’s Central Park, despite wanting to, and is still surprised by his success.
“There’s a funny thing about fame. The truth is you run as fast as you can towards it because it is everything you want. You get there and it’s shocking how immediately you become enveloped in this world that is incredibly restricting.”
On being a celebrity, he says: “Not that I’m comparing myself to Clark Gable or whoever but they couldn’t survive in this environment. They’d punch the shit out of some people. It requires a kind of Zen quality.”
The Gravity star also shares his views on social media, saying: “I think anyone who is famous is a moron if they’re on Twitter. It’s just stupid.”
At least this time he learned that it’s on Twitter, not in Twitter.
Who knew George Clooney got the boo-hoo-sads over fame? He’s basically Britney Spear’s Lucky. I guess Georgie C spends his nights at home, laying on the bathroom floor in the fetal position, draped in a fur-trimmed dressing gown wailing “I’D TRADE IT ALL JUST TO WALK IN CENTRAL PARK!” Newsflash George: You can take a walk in Central Park anytime you want. You have enough money to close the park for the day and hunt humans for sport around the lake, you dummy. I’m sure if you asked nicely, they’d let you BBQ a penguin from the Zoo. Stop complaining.
You’ve got to give George credit though; I’ve got the hilarious mental image of Clark Gable punching a pap in the face, so for that I’ll give him the ol’ Namaste prayer-hands.
(Pic via Esquire)