There are two Joseph Gordon-Levitts, and they coexist in the same beatific-faced, wiry-framed vessel. The first, a sensitive actor known to his traditional media fans as Joseph Gordon-Levitt, eats things like raw kale salad, which is exactly what he orders from the patio of Little Dom’s, a neighborhood hashery in Los Feliz, Los Angeles, on a calm evening in August. This Joseph Gordon-Levitt is a sweet-tempered movie star who could make—who has made—pixie princess Zooey Deschanel look like an ice queen by comparison. He’s quick with a quip, and, no matter who or what he plays onscreen, the audience roots for him.
He says things like, “There’s a difference between a girl who’s sexy, like, ‘I’m a slave,’ and an assuredly sexy girl like Beyoncé,” because he’s a gentleman. The second Joe is RegularJoe, as he’s known to the members of his online collaborative production site, hitRECord. Gordon-Levitt is sometimes overpowered by Joe, who’ll add things like, “But I have to admit, man, I fall for the slave thing, too.” Joe follows up Gordon-Levitt’s bed of leafy greens with an unwieldy tower of hot fudge–and whipped cream–topped gelato sundae.
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Jennifer Aniston’s Fella Goes All Serpico For GQ
We decided we’d like to see Justin Theroux in some 70s-era clothes. We thought you’d like seeing the photos. We also sent Molly Young to talk to him about motorcycles and facial hair and you-know-who. An excerpt:
A dork voice is especially charming for an individual who is devilishly handsome, in the sense that he looks like the Devil. The sinister vibe came in handy for his role as a cult leader in Wanderlust, for which he also grew a woolly beard. Reception of the beard was mixed, but Theroux grew fond of the insulation. “You establish all sorts of mannerisms with it. Like when you’re bored, you can feather your mustache.” And how did women respond to it? Women such as Aniston? “Certain chicks dig it; certain chicks don’t.” A few days after our photo shoot, the beard is gone.
[Photograph by Nathaniel Goldberg]
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Jennifer Aniston’s Fella Goes All Serpico For GQ
We decided we’d like to see Justin Theroux in some 70s-era clothes. We thought you’d like seeing the photos. We also sent Molly Young to talk to him about motorcycles and facial hair and you-know-who. An excerpt:
A dork voice is especially charming for an individual who is devilishly handsome, in the sense that he looks like the Devil. The sinister vibe came in handy for his role as a cult leader in Wanderlust, for which he also grew a woolly beard. Reception of the beard was mixed, but Theroux grew fond of the insulation. “You establish all sorts of mannerisms with it. Like when you’re bored, you can feather your mustache.” And how did women respond to it? Women such as Aniston? “Certain chicks dig it; certain chicks don’t.” A few days after our photo shoot, the beard is gone.
[Photograph by Nathaniel Goldberg]
THESE PICTURES DEAR GOD I AM FALLING OFF MY CHAIR.
(but can we please not call him Jennifer Aniston’s fella?)
Heard’s spirit of activism—her official website is as devoted to gay rights as it is to her magazine covers—is a by-product of coming of age in Austin, Texas, amidst a wave of what she calls religious hypocrisy. Heard, a proud atheist, left home at 17 for Hollywood after dropping out of high school. “I felt very alienated,” she says of that time in her life. “I was not a religious person, and I didn’t think the things around me were righteous, even though that’s what they claimed to be. I felt compelled to go against the grain, so I took my GED, took my SAT, and I got the hell out of there.” It’s partly what drew her to her character in The Playboy Club. “You don’t know where she’s come from, and in many ways I relate to that, that alienated person against the masses. I don’t know how my character is going to grow, but I have a feeling I want to be there for her when she does.”
Amber Heard’s Age of Dissent: The Playboy Club Star Bares All
It was on a mountaintop at the Gwinganna Lifestyle Retreat, a health spa on Australia’s Gold Coast where cell phones are forbidden and kangaroos roam freely, that Joel Edgerton fell back in love with acting. Then a disillusioned actor who checked into the resort to luxuriate after a series of grueling film shoots, he was sitting atop a grassy peak, overlooking the canopy of green that stretched out before him, when suddenly he felt fulfilled by his craft. “I switched something on inside of myself that I used to have when I worked in theater,” he says. “I realized in that moment that I need to be fully in love with what I’m doing to get the best out of it.” That’s when his luck changed.
She’ll never admit it, but Kate Bosworth is in the middle of a reawakening. You can hear the excitement in her voice, which trembles when she tells me about the movie she just finished shooting in Italy. “I got back yesterday after spending four weeks on this renegade production of a film on the island of Ischia,” she says from her home in Hollywood on a blistering afternoon in late July. “There were only six people in the crew, including myself. We’d mike ourselves at the hotel before going outside to steal shots all over the place. It’s a really interesting position to be in because you have to try to control the chaos while at the same time letting it reign.” Her longtime friend Kat Coiro directed the still-untitled project, which follows Bosworth’s character, a married writer, as she embarks on an affair with a younger man. It might never get a distributor, but that’s exactly the type of chaos Bosworth intends to embrace. “We just wanted to make something of our own.”
“Use your phone and shine a light over here,” says Alexander Skarsgård, whose indefinitely appropriated Southern twang echoes off the walls inside one of the many vast stages at Hollywood Center Studios in Los Angeles. It’s True Blood’s final day of production before the show’s annual hiatus (they’ll reconvene in November for season five), and the near-empty lot we’ve been wandering feels like a schoolhouse abandoned by its students for the summer. Most of the cast and crew have driven out to Malibu this afternoon to film the pyre-heavy final scene of the HBO series’ fourth season, but Skarsgård and his costar Stephen Moyer have been directed here to re-shoot a close-up. “Follow me,” he says as we edge closer to the darkest part of the hangar-size room.
“I wish I could find a fucking light switch,” he adds, before eventually flipping one. The chamber we’re in—done up like a dank basement with black columns and intimations of evil—suddenly becomes awash in the glow of overhead lights. “This is where I tortured Lafayette,” he says with a satisfied grin, referring to the show’s second season, in which his character Eric Northman, the sheriff of Area 5, chained Nelsan Ellis’ drug-abusing, cross-dressing fry cook to a post. He waves me through another door into what looks like a nightclub filled with barstools, dusty liquor bottles, and a poster of a vampiric George W. Bush. “Welcome,” he says with exaggerated gravitas, “to Fangtasia!”
First a Vampire, New a Leading Man, Alexander Skarsgard Can’t Be Tamed
