In July, Johnny Depp gave a Rolling Stone interview where he was up all night, bragging about blowing $5 million to shoot Hunter S. Thompson’s ashes into the atmosphere and reminiscing about quaaludes. Johnny wanted a damage control do-over, but he sure as hell wasn’t going back to Rolling Stone. So he went to British GQ and tried to set things straight.
Johnny hasn’t been following his own narrative over the past couple of years, because he thinks Rolling Stone got him all wrong when they painted him as a loose cannon with money problems. The title of Rolling Stone’s piece was The Trouble With Johnny Depp, and much like Selena Gomez before him, he’s still having trouble with the material that was published. Johnny tells British GQ that he thinks the article was a “sham,” adding that he felt bamboozled by everyone involved.
“I was shafted. The guy [journalist Stephen Rodrick] walked in with absolutely one intention. And I could see it and I thought maybe I could help him understand, you know? I trusted Jann Wenner [cofounder and publisher of Rolling Stone], as I knew him through Hunter [S. Thompson]. I trusted what the magazine stood for, or what it used to stand for. I wanted Jann to see if he could write, to see if a piece could be written…to put things in perspective. That’s all, just to put things in perspective.”
It sounds like what Johnny is trying to say is that he wanted it from his perspective, a perspective that is more distorted than a broken fun house mirror. Thankfully British GQ saw things from Johnny’s perspective as they wrote the rest of their puff piece – sorry, article.
Jonathan Heaf of British GQ went to Johnny’s fancy French villa Chez Marceline to talk to him, where they found him blasting metal from a church after waking up around 2:30pm. Jonathan describes Johnny as “cool” and looking “certainly healthier” than he expected. He certainly looks better than he did earlier this summer, I’ll give him that.
Johnny teaches Jonathan what a “Texas Belt Buckle” is. Johnny says he believes Disney hates his portrayal of Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, possibly because he told them he was playing Jack Sparrow as a gay pirate. He explains he doesn’t have a problem with booze, saying: “Do I like a drink? Yes. Do I need a drink? No.”
Then they got into his personal life, specifically his money manager problems (which he recently settled) and messy split from Amber Heard. According to Johnny, all the bad press he’s gotten in the past few years is nothing but a Hollywood anti-Johnny conspiracy.
“But did it stop all the power mongers in Hollywood who were interested in shutting me up? Big money was being thrown about. People suing me at every opportunity. I mean, it’s all so obvious. Listen, I know I was never going to be Cinderella – I know this and accept it. But it felt like within a very, very short period of time that suddenly this version – for lack of a better word – of Cinderella had been immediately turned into the beast. He’s Quasimodo.”
Johnny also screamed, “Sham!”, when talking the video that was leaked in August 2016 of him going off on Amber in their Downtown L.A. apartment.
“The tape that came out…” He stops and chuckles and repeats his words, “The tape that came out, or the tape that someone made, that miraculously appeared on YouTube, taken from someone’s phone. That was not Downtown. [Amber] wanted to make like it was recent. It was an older video, and had to do with finding out that I had lost hundreds and hundreds of millions of dollars.”
He also wonders why “that person” (aka Amber) never went to the police, and swears that he’d never hit his wife. He adds his biggest obsession is for people to find out the truth, and that he’s currently writing his memoirs, which might be his way of getting the alleged truth out there. Although we’ll all know just how truthful he’s being when it comes to self-reflection. The quest for truth will be over the second Johnny describes himself as not smelling like a dirty laundry basket or not having teeth that look like they were carved from cheese.
Pics: Greg Williams/British GQ