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102Me encanta lo que le han puesto. Para ponérmelo yo :D
A mi la de los anuncios no me desgradó y puedo entender por qué va a ganar a Mejor Película, pero es un tipo de historia que no volvería a ver nunca más.
CMBYN me decepcionó un poco en el primer visionado, llevaba demasiado hype encima. Pero sé que es de esas pelis que veré más veces más adelante.
Yo voy con TSOW, I tonya o The florida project
A mi la de los anuncios no me desgradó y puedo entender por qué va a ganar a Mejor Película, pero es un tipo de historia que no volvería a ver nunca más.
CMBYN me decepcionó un poco en el primer visionado, llevaba demasiado hype encima. Pero sé que es de esas pelis que veré más veces más adelante.
Yo voy con TSOW, I tonya o The florida project
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103Para mí CMBYN es la mejor de las candidatas, seguida de Phantom Thread y, a mucha distancia, Lady Bird. En esto estoy muy cercana a las votaciones de AwardsWatch, ojalá diesen ellos los premios xD
Re: Timothée Chalamet
104[mention]Suspiria[/mention] te manoseo con lo de la forma del agua, yo tampoco entendí ese romance!! A ver, si se quedara en algo platónico en todo caso, una conexión de empatía profunda ok pero NO LEER SI NO SE VIÓ LA PELI
Lo de Tim que foooort Otra prueba más que nos da la razón sobre lo nuestro
Spoiler
f*llar ? hola??? no es que se viera nada pero yo casi me muero con toda esa parte, cuando le cuenta a Octavia su noche con el bicho y la otra "uy jajjijiji" pero vamos a veeeeeer? Que yo fui con mi madre encima y la mujer jajjaja Me dió mucha grima y que tiene eso de bonito ? Una pobre mujer que está más sola que la one y enamora de un anfibio que sí que parece que puede comunicarse hasta cierto punto y responde a ciertos estímulos pero nada más, que es de otra especie. Es eso lo que quieres, eso es pa emocionarse? Y como dije en el el post de los Oscar la escena donde ella se imagina con él bailando es de p**a vergüenza ajena. Y está poco o nada desarrollada la trama en sí, es cierto.
Y no me cuela que el anfibio sea incluso más guapo que ella , pordio.
De todas formas yo le doy un aprobado raspadito porque la primera parte me estaba gustando mucho, luego ya degenere.
Y no me cuela que el anfibio sea incluso más guapo que ella , pordio.
De todas formas yo le doy un aprobado raspadito porque la primera parte me estaba gustando mucho, luego ya degenere.
Re: Timothée Chalamet
105Acabado de escuchar Mystery of Love en un reportaje de la Champions… lo que me recuerda que esta mafia no ha invitado a Sufjan Stevens para actuar en la gala. A la mierda con los Oscars este año.
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106Con lo que me gusta a mí la canciónCoco escribió: 20 Feb 2018, 20:33 Acabado de escuchar Mystery of Love en un reportaje de la Champions… lo que me recuerda que esta mafia no ha invitado a Sufjan Stevens para actuar en la gala. A la mierda con los Oscars este año.
Timmy tampoco va a ganar, no nos hagamos ilusiones
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107Anécdotas bellas del rodaje...
Qué romántico :jijiji:
Eso forma parte del audiocomentario de la peli, realizado por Timmy y Michael Stuhlbarg y que creo que está disponible ya en alguna plataforma digital.
Visions of Gideon también es mejor canción que el resto de las candidatas pero la Academia se lo pierde, ea Menos mal que en los desfiles de moda saben darle el protagonismo que merece, delante de las dos Reinas además (la de Vogue y la de Inglaterra xd)
Qué romántico :jijiji:
Eso forma parte del audiocomentario de la peli, realizado por Timmy y Michael Stuhlbarg y que creo que está disponible ya en alguna plataforma digital.
Visions of Gideon también es mejor canción que el resto de las candidatas pero la Academia se lo pierde, ea Menos mal que en los desfiles de moda saben darle el protagonismo que merece, delante de las dos Reinas además (la de Vogue y la de Inglaterra xd)
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108juajauajua me parto con lo que dices en spoiler XDD Un amigo mío dice, medio en broma, que Woody Allen presentó una defensa más convincente de la zoofilia cuando hizo aquello del médico que se enamora de una oveja.mevacor escribió: 20 Feb 2018, 20:23 @Suspiria te manoseo con lo de la forma del agua, yo tampoco entendí ese romance!! A ver, si se quedara en algo platónico en todo caso, una conexión de empatía profunda ok pero NO LEER SI NO SE VIÓ LA PELILo de Tim que foooort Otra prueba más que nos da la razón sobre lo nuestroSpoiler
f*llar ? hola??? no es que se viera nada pero yo casi me muero con toda esa parte, cuando le cuenta a Octavia su noche con el bicho y la otra "uy jajjijiji" pero vamos a veeeeeer? Que yo fui con mi madre encima y la mujer jajjaja Me dió mucha grima y que tiene eso de bonito ? Una pobre mujer que está más sola que la one y enamora de un anfibio que sí que parece que puede comunicarse hasta cierto punto y responde a ciertos estímulos pero nada más, que es de otra especie. Es eso lo que quieres, eso es pa emocionarse? Y como dije en el el post de los Oscar la escena donde ella se imagina con él bailando es de p**a vergüenza ajena. Y está poco o nada desarrollada la trama en sí, es cierto.
Y no me cuela que el anfibio sea incluso más guapo que ella , pordio.
De todas formas yo le doy un aprobado raspadito porque la primera parte me estaba gustando mucho, luego ya degenere.
Yo pensaba que me iba a gustar mucho, la idea a priori no me causaba ningún rechazo porque oye, ficción es ficción, pero es que el propio Del Toro no se compromete nada con su idea, pasa por encima de todo sin reflejar emociones reales. Acaba siendo una peli de aventuras con un toque romántico infantil, de por sí esto no es malo y puede quedar entrañable, pero esperaba mucho más de ella.
Re: Timothée Chalamet
109Ayer, en un evento de la revista GQ:
Con Petra Collins:
Junto a Kid Cudi, uno de sus ídolos:
Vaya racha de conocer ídolos lleva, debe ir mojado todo el día xdd
Un par de fotos del rodaje de CMBYN:
Con Luca en el pasado Festival de Toronto:
Con Petra Collins:
Junto a Kid Cudi, uno de sus ídolos:
Vaya racha de conocer ídolos lleva, debe ir mojado todo el día xdd
Un par de fotos del rodaje de CMBYN:
Con Luca en el pasado Festival de Toronto:
Re: Timothée Chalamet
110¿Cómo ? ¿No va a cantar la canción en la gala???? Yo era uno de los momentos que más esperaba, últimamente escucho en bucle a Sufjan.Coco escribió: 20 Feb 2018, 20:33 Acabado de escuchar Mystery of Love en un reportaje de la Champions… lo que me recuerda que esta mafia no ha invitado a Sufjan Stevens para actuar en la gala. A la mierda con los Oscars este año.
[mention]mevacor[/mention], describes lo que pienso de La forma del agua mucho mejor de lo que lo haría yo mismo, te masuneo en todo.
Re: Timothée Chalamet
111La veo mucha mujer para él, pero sin duda sería una pareja "cool"
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As the youngest Best Actor Oscar nominee in 78 years, Timothee Chalamet has definitely caught the eye of those in the industry -- including Jennifer Lawrence.
"Timothee, I'm waiting for him to get a little bit older, you know?" she confessed to ET's Carly Steel last week. "[I'm] buttering him up like a pig for slaughter, and then I'm going to swing right in there as soon as he's, like, 30."
"He's old enough to say that, right? He's over 18?" she joked. "What if I was like, 'He's hot!' and he's 15?'"
Chalamet is 22, just five years younger than Lawrence's 27, but his wise-beyond-his-years performances in Call Me by Your Name and Lady Bird definitely had the actress impressed.
"I didn't realize he was so young," she said. "Tell him to wait!... [He's] so, so talented and hot!"
(...)
Lawrence has clearly only got eyes for Chalamet, who told ET at the Golden Globes last month that he's actually a big fan of hers as well!
"If I saw Jennifer Lawrence -- I already met her, so I don't know why I would still be geeking out -- I would totally be as starstruck as if it was the first time," he gushed.
Re: Timothée Chalamet
112A mi el comentario me parece un poco sobrada, además habla como si ella tuviera 40 y él 17, que solo se llevan 5 años, no me jodas xD
Re: Timothée Chalamet
113Yo lo que no me creo es que pensara que es tan joven. Como si le pones 15, te los aparenta xDD
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118Articulo:
Timothée Chalamet on grappling with rebellion, addiction and speaking out
Timothée Chalamet would like to apologise for breaking your heart last year; for making you cry fat, salty tears while you watched him cry fat, salty tears at the end of his Oscar-nominated turn in Call Me By Your Name.
He is sorry that his depiction of Elio Perlman and his s*xual awakening, set against the humid haze of a lazy summer in north Italy, was so devastating that people still come up to him with one hand clutched to their chest, gasping at the mere sight of him. He’s nothing short of grateful that so many people found the peach scene – that peach scene – intense, and kind of beautiful and, really, who cares if the best sex scene of 2017 was between a young man and the soft flesh of a prunus persica when said scene was so moving? Men, women, everyone needs to up their game, because Timothée Chalamet fucked a peach last year, and it was good.
But all that – the dreamy months hanging out with Armie Hammer, the bike rides, frolicking in alleyways and bonding so tightly with someone that the only thing you can compare it to is actual, soul-binding love – is in the past. “I don’t think I’ll have an acting experience as immersive as that,” he says. “I came of age as an actor during my time with Armie. The relationship that blossomed out of it is the most precious gift.”
It’s hard to talk about Chalamet without talking about Call Me By Your Name – because, at 22, he’s already earned the kind of cult role that could eclipse his entire career. Luckily, his next phase kicks off with an against-type turn as an edgy, misunderstood musician in Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird, then a meth addict opposite Steve Carell in Beautiful Boy.
And, crucially, last month he pledged to donate his earnings from the upcoming Woody Allen film A Rainy Day In New York to the legal defence fund of the Time’s Up movement, marking him out as one of only a few male actors to publicly speak out against the director.
Chalamet’s meteoric rise, following a year in which Hollywood was tipped on its head, makes him one of the most interesting young men of 2018; remaining a powerful ally to the LGBT community, being vocal when men three times his age are silent; becoming the youngest Best Actor nominee at the Oscars since 1944 and knowing all the lyrics to Bodak Yellow. All of which we’ll get to, just as soon as he’s back from the doctors.
“Please, don’t hate me,” he says, in his car, during one of our conversations. We’ve been talking about the best bagels in New York – Tompkins Square Bagels, FYI – when Chalamet breaks the news that he needs to go for a physical. Like, now. “Are you going to kill me? I won’t be long! Promise. I’m really looking forward to continuing our cross-pond conversation. I mean it.”
A week earlier, in London, and Chalamet is sitting on the floor, looking up and howling like an abandoned wolf. On set at his ShortList cover shoot, he has curated the playlist – Young Thug, Lil Pump, Kid Cudi. When Frank Ocean’s Nikes comes on – that doleful ode to anguish – he imitates the singer, eyes closed and crooning. Later he’ll mosh, spit out the lyrics to Lil Pump’s Gucci Gang and lose his shit during Ocean’s Pyramids. Noting the red soles of his sneakers, he bursts into Cardi B (“These is bloody shoes”) – and he even has a reflective moment for Dido by way of Eminem’s Stan. “Where is she now?” he wonders. Nobody knows.
“I once took a 12-hour train to Montreal to see Cudi – I missed his New York show but I was so desperate to see him,” he says, brimming. His hair is so dense and iron-willed that each side of his curtained fringe has the drape and curl of a treble clef with a stiff kink that makes it tricky to get out of his face. Blowing a strand out the way? Futile. Tucking it out the way is fine if you want to waste four seconds of your time – but Chalamet has no time to waste. Tonight, he is receiving an award at a critics’ dinner in Mayfair, then hopping on a plane to return to Crema, Italy, for Call Me’s homecoming press tour. This is after Paris, Rome and Los Angeles, and before he’s back in London for the Baftas and LA again for the Oscars. You’d keep your hair hanging in front of your eyes, too.
But Kyle, Chalamet’s character in Lady Bird, is almost the anti-Elio: a pretentious, jumped-up rich kid who smokes roll-ups and corrects your French. Chalamet says it’s a little more complicated than that. “There’s a good deal of posturing going on, he’s both self-observant and self-loathing,” he explains. “Any mannerism that does feel gestured – the books he likes to be seen reading, his occasional French, even him saying something is ‘hella tight’ – it all comes out of nowhere, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
This is the key to Chalamet’s Phase Two: a wink and a nod, because his unabashed, theatre-kid flair mostly demonstrated on his Instagram account hasn’t so far translated to his roles on screen (playing a meth addict in the aforementioned Beautiful Boy will not, it is fair to assume, be a barrel of laughs). He says it felt good to do something different. “Kyle’s not a bad guy, really, but there’s some legit paranoia to him. And it’s a funny [film], you can’t take the performance that seriously.”
A week later. It’s late. My phone rings. “Umm, hey,” he says. “I thought you might be asleep by now. No, I’m kidding. So, I have a good bill of health… I was getting a kind of regimen in order for a project. Just getting a bit of a head start. I’m back, so ask me anything.”
Anything? OK, what’s on his reading list at the moment? He thinks. “Hmm. What can I not put down… hang on.” He sets the phone aside and I can hear his footsteps thump around the house. “Hello? I have one. It’s called Turn Up The Heat: Unlock The Fat-Burning Power Of Your Metabolism.”
I’m not sure what to say.
“But here’s the thing, during intense periods of production it can be hard watching and engaging with acting in other films and TV shows, period. I watch documentaries and cartoons. Maybe the deep narratives that comprise most books are really daunting.” It’s one of the best excuses for not reading that I’ve heard, I say. “I guess these are all shitty excuses, huh? I need a good book.”
He grew up in Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan, in a 33rd-floor high-rise so close to the clouds that “it felt like we were literally floating in the sky”. Chalamet went to Laguardia (the performing arts school from Fame; notable alumni include Nicki Minaj and Ansel Elgort) and later Columbia University, though he dropped out in his first year.
He blames the eye-opening experience of making Interstellar in Canada with Matthew McConaughey, which he did for a month and a half before term started. They bonded over 5.30am starts – there was a river adjacent to the set, and McConaughey could be found swimming among the rocks before he started work. “Oh my gosh,” Chalamet says, wistfully. “He embodies the idea that your career is a marathon, not a sprint. His career is so awe-inspiring. He navigated long periods for demand for honest and truthful acting.” The idea of returning to the structured world of college felt stifling to Chalamet. So he left.
When he was younger, Chalamet would visit his father’s side of the family in La Chambon-sur-Lignon and Saint-Agrève in France – his first job was coaching a kids’ football team out there.
“It led to an identity crisis, of sorts. I think it really helped with my acting, but it was a destabilisation, spending eight to nine months in Manhattan and then absconding for a few months a year to a small village in France.”
He thinks that this cultural dissociation helped him nail Elio in Call Me By Your Name.
“Your personality changes when you’re using a second language. Certainly for me, my command of the language wasn’t as strong [as my English], it doesn’t come to me so easily. And by the nature of it, I think, the way people carry themselves in France, compared to New York, I became a little more deferential. I would have to search a little more.”
During one of our earlier talks, Chalamet stressed that the first dream as an actor was “economic sustainability”, with the critical acclaim coming a close second. “Every actor dreams of being economically sustainable,” he insists. I worked with John Goodman on a movie, and he said he felt like he’d made it when he could sustain himself.”
I ask how much it takes to sustain yourself as an actor, but he laughs, because I’ve effectively asked how much money he wants to make. “No, that’s a really great question, it reminds me of that scene in Birdman, ‘I’m just waiting for someone to tell me I’ve made it.’ Something I’m realising – doing these awards shows, meeting my heroes, if I’m winging it, then we’re all winging it. We’re all freelancers. That thirst is always there. I have to tell myself: hey man, don’t worry about the project you didn’t get. You still need to pinch yourself. This is all great.”
I ask him if he was surprised at the reaction to him promising to donate his fee for Allen’s A Rainy Day In New York; in a statement, he simply said he didn’t want to profit from his work on the film. The money will be split between the Time’s Up movement, The LGBT Centre in New York and RAINN, the largest anti-s*xual violence organisation in the US. “It’s not lost on me that something good can come of this,” he explains. “I had an opportunity.”
In the same statement, he cites contractual obligations preventing him from elaborating too much. But what he will say is that supporting those causes can only happen from the work he puts into his career. “Ultimately, the goal is to focus on the work,” he says. “To create the best art, to make something that is fresh and relevant and important. I realised: the platform I have exists because of the work. With the work comes more opportunities. But those opportunities bring a sense of responsibility, too. It was just important to me, as someone young, coming into this industry, to do something good.”
Does he feel, as a 22-year-old in the industry, that his generation is expected to be more emotionally intelligent than those before him? Is there something about the way he is constantly documented, and adored around the clock, that forms a kind of pressure?
“Absolutely, I was the MySpace generation,” he says.
“We were the guinea pigs for that first wave of social media. There comes a process of self-evaluation and self-recognition that is comparable to a mirror being put in front of you. Generations past never had to do that kind of critical assessment, what does my MySpace font and layout say about me?
“But we are absolutely expected to be more intelligent, emotionally, and to have a heightened understanding of the world around us. I don’t know what the effect is, broadly, but did you see those cringe videos of me rapping from high school? They went viral, I guess. But they never resurfaced from ages ago, they’ve always been on YouTube. Clips of me sitting in class goofing off are on Vine. My life has always been on there. Eventually you just develop a kind of numbness to it.”
Lady Bird is at cinemas nationwide from 23 Feb
Timothée Chalamet on grappling with rebellion, addiction and speaking out
Timothée Chalamet would like to apologise for breaking your heart last year; for making you cry fat, salty tears while you watched him cry fat, salty tears at the end of his Oscar-nominated turn in Call Me By Your Name.
He is sorry that his depiction of Elio Perlman and his s*xual awakening, set against the humid haze of a lazy summer in north Italy, was so devastating that people still come up to him with one hand clutched to their chest, gasping at the mere sight of him. He’s nothing short of grateful that so many people found the peach scene – that peach scene – intense, and kind of beautiful and, really, who cares if the best sex scene of 2017 was between a young man and the soft flesh of a prunus persica when said scene was so moving? Men, women, everyone needs to up their game, because Timothée Chalamet fucked a peach last year, and it was good.
But all that – the dreamy months hanging out with Armie Hammer, the bike rides, frolicking in alleyways and bonding so tightly with someone that the only thing you can compare it to is actual, soul-binding love – is in the past. “I don’t think I’ll have an acting experience as immersive as that,” he says. “I came of age as an actor during my time with Armie. The relationship that blossomed out of it is the most precious gift.”
It’s hard to talk about Chalamet without talking about Call Me By Your Name – because, at 22, he’s already earned the kind of cult role that could eclipse his entire career. Luckily, his next phase kicks off with an against-type turn as an edgy, misunderstood musician in Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird, then a meth addict opposite Steve Carell in Beautiful Boy.
And, crucially, last month he pledged to donate his earnings from the upcoming Woody Allen film A Rainy Day In New York to the legal defence fund of the Time’s Up movement, marking him out as one of only a few male actors to publicly speak out against the director.
Chalamet’s meteoric rise, following a year in which Hollywood was tipped on its head, makes him one of the most interesting young men of 2018; remaining a powerful ally to the LGBT community, being vocal when men three times his age are silent; becoming the youngest Best Actor nominee at the Oscars since 1944 and knowing all the lyrics to Bodak Yellow. All of which we’ll get to, just as soon as he’s back from the doctors.
“Please, don’t hate me,” he says, in his car, during one of our conversations. We’ve been talking about the best bagels in New York – Tompkins Square Bagels, FYI – when Chalamet breaks the news that he needs to go for a physical. Like, now. “Are you going to kill me? I won’t be long! Promise. I’m really looking forward to continuing our cross-pond conversation. I mean it.”
A week earlier, in London, and Chalamet is sitting on the floor, looking up and howling like an abandoned wolf. On set at his ShortList cover shoot, he has curated the playlist – Young Thug, Lil Pump, Kid Cudi. When Frank Ocean’s Nikes comes on – that doleful ode to anguish – he imitates the singer, eyes closed and crooning. Later he’ll mosh, spit out the lyrics to Lil Pump’s Gucci Gang and lose his shit during Ocean’s Pyramids. Noting the red soles of his sneakers, he bursts into Cardi B (“These is bloody shoes”) – and he even has a reflective moment for Dido by way of Eminem’s Stan. “Where is she now?” he wonders. Nobody knows.
“I once took a 12-hour train to Montreal to see Cudi – I missed his New York show but I was so desperate to see him,” he says, brimming. His hair is so dense and iron-willed that each side of his curtained fringe has the drape and curl of a treble clef with a stiff kink that makes it tricky to get out of his face. Blowing a strand out the way? Futile. Tucking it out the way is fine if you want to waste four seconds of your time – but Chalamet has no time to waste. Tonight, he is receiving an award at a critics’ dinner in Mayfair, then hopping on a plane to return to Crema, Italy, for Call Me’s homecoming press tour. This is after Paris, Rome and Los Angeles, and before he’s back in London for the Baftas and LA again for the Oscars. You’d keep your hair hanging in front of your eyes, too.
But Kyle, Chalamet’s character in Lady Bird, is almost the anti-Elio: a pretentious, jumped-up rich kid who smokes roll-ups and corrects your French. Chalamet says it’s a little more complicated than that. “There’s a good deal of posturing going on, he’s both self-observant and self-loathing,” he explains. “Any mannerism that does feel gestured – the books he likes to be seen reading, his occasional French, even him saying something is ‘hella tight’ – it all comes out of nowhere, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
This is the key to Chalamet’s Phase Two: a wink and a nod, because his unabashed, theatre-kid flair mostly demonstrated on his Instagram account hasn’t so far translated to his roles on screen (playing a meth addict in the aforementioned Beautiful Boy will not, it is fair to assume, be a barrel of laughs). He says it felt good to do something different. “Kyle’s not a bad guy, really, but there’s some legit paranoia to him. And it’s a funny [film], you can’t take the performance that seriously.”
A week later. It’s late. My phone rings. “Umm, hey,” he says. “I thought you might be asleep by now. No, I’m kidding. So, I have a good bill of health… I was getting a kind of regimen in order for a project. Just getting a bit of a head start. I’m back, so ask me anything.”
Anything? OK, what’s on his reading list at the moment? He thinks. “Hmm. What can I not put down… hang on.” He sets the phone aside and I can hear his footsteps thump around the house. “Hello? I have one. It’s called Turn Up The Heat: Unlock The Fat-Burning Power Of Your Metabolism.”
I’m not sure what to say.
“But here’s the thing, during intense periods of production it can be hard watching and engaging with acting in other films and TV shows, period. I watch documentaries and cartoons. Maybe the deep narratives that comprise most books are really daunting.” It’s one of the best excuses for not reading that I’ve heard, I say. “I guess these are all shitty excuses, huh? I need a good book.”
He grew up in Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan, in a 33rd-floor high-rise so close to the clouds that “it felt like we were literally floating in the sky”. Chalamet went to Laguardia (the performing arts school from Fame; notable alumni include Nicki Minaj and Ansel Elgort) and later Columbia University, though he dropped out in his first year.
He blames the eye-opening experience of making Interstellar in Canada with Matthew McConaughey, which he did for a month and a half before term started. They bonded over 5.30am starts – there was a river adjacent to the set, and McConaughey could be found swimming among the rocks before he started work. “Oh my gosh,” Chalamet says, wistfully. “He embodies the idea that your career is a marathon, not a sprint. His career is so awe-inspiring. He navigated long periods for demand for honest and truthful acting.” The idea of returning to the structured world of college felt stifling to Chalamet. So he left.
When he was younger, Chalamet would visit his father’s side of the family in La Chambon-sur-Lignon and Saint-Agrève in France – his first job was coaching a kids’ football team out there.
“It led to an identity crisis, of sorts. I think it really helped with my acting, but it was a destabilisation, spending eight to nine months in Manhattan and then absconding for a few months a year to a small village in France.”
He thinks that this cultural dissociation helped him nail Elio in Call Me By Your Name.
“Your personality changes when you’re using a second language. Certainly for me, my command of the language wasn’t as strong [as my English], it doesn’t come to me so easily. And by the nature of it, I think, the way people carry themselves in France, compared to New York, I became a little more deferential. I would have to search a little more.”
During one of our earlier talks, Chalamet stressed that the first dream as an actor was “economic sustainability”, with the critical acclaim coming a close second. “Every actor dreams of being economically sustainable,” he insists. I worked with John Goodman on a movie, and he said he felt like he’d made it when he could sustain himself.”
I ask how much it takes to sustain yourself as an actor, but he laughs, because I’ve effectively asked how much money he wants to make. “No, that’s a really great question, it reminds me of that scene in Birdman, ‘I’m just waiting for someone to tell me I’ve made it.’ Something I’m realising – doing these awards shows, meeting my heroes, if I’m winging it, then we’re all winging it. We’re all freelancers. That thirst is always there. I have to tell myself: hey man, don’t worry about the project you didn’t get. You still need to pinch yourself. This is all great.”
I ask him if he was surprised at the reaction to him promising to donate his fee for Allen’s A Rainy Day In New York; in a statement, he simply said he didn’t want to profit from his work on the film. The money will be split between the Time’s Up movement, The LGBT Centre in New York and RAINN, the largest anti-s*xual violence organisation in the US. “It’s not lost on me that something good can come of this,” he explains. “I had an opportunity.”
In the same statement, he cites contractual obligations preventing him from elaborating too much. But what he will say is that supporting those causes can only happen from the work he puts into his career. “Ultimately, the goal is to focus on the work,” he says. “To create the best art, to make something that is fresh and relevant and important. I realised: the platform I have exists because of the work. With the work comes more opportunities. But those opportunities bring a sense of responsibility, too. It was just important to me, as someone young, coming into this industry, to do something good.”
Does he feel, as a 22-year-old in the industry, that his generation is expected to be more emotionally intelligent than those before him? Is there something about the way he is constantly documented, and adored around the clock, that forms a kind of pressure?
“Absolutely, I was the MySpace generation,” he says.
“We were the guinea pigs for that first wave of social media. There comes a process of self-evaluation and self-recognition that is comparable to a mirror being put in front of you. Generations past never had to do that kind of critical assessment, what does my MySpace font and layout say about me?
“But we are absolutely expected to be more intelligent, emotionally, and to have a heightened understanding of the world around us. I don’t know what the effect is, broadly, but did you see those cringe videos of me rapping from high school? They went viral, I guess. But they never resurfaced from ages ago, they’ve always been on YouTube. Clips of me sitting in class goofing off are on Vine. My life has always been on there. Eventually you just develop a kind of numbness to it.”
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Re: Timothée Chalamet
119Me encanta que sea tan abierto, la mayoría de las celebrities tratan de mostrar que no se toman las cosas tan en serio. Es refrescante su forma de ser en ese ambiente y espero que no cambie.