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I did not come into this fandom to get all daffy over Chris Evans. He is too boringly attractive and a stupid boy and super sweet and charming and probably snuggles... HOWEVER, he's interviewed in Details and this is how it starts:
"Should we just kill him and bury his body?" Chris Evans is stage whispering into the impassive blinking light of my digital recorder.
"Chris!" shouts his mother, her tone a familiar-to-anyone-with-a-mother mix of coddling and concern. "Don't say that! What if something happened?"
Here is the link: http://www.details.com/celebrities-entertainment/cover-stars/201205/chris-evans-avengers#ixzz1rlWMKqXc
If you don't feel like reading it, I'm going to C&P the good bits so I can flail (my comments in red):
-"The shelves of his fridge are neatly stacked with much of the world's supply of Bud Light in cans and little else."
-"Evans' roommate, Zach Jarvis, an old pal who sometimes tags along on set as a paid "assistant" and a personal trainer who bulked Evans up for his role as the super-ripped patriot in last summer's blockbuster" (That doesn't even read as gay to me, which might mean that I'm broken, but that is just so bro. It's like when Andy Hurley dragged all of Fuck City on tour under the guise of vague personal assistants and trainers.)
-"I could just make this . . . disappear," says Josh Peck, another old pal and occasional on-set assistant, in a deadpan mumble, poking at the voice recorder I'd left on the table while I was in the bathroom.
Evans' mom, Lisa, now speaks directly into the microphone: "Don't listen to them-I'm trying to get them not to say these things! (Details is coming over, but his apartment is still just full of bros and moms. I mean, what do you want me to do here? I am TRYING.)
-(Speaking of never being alone, not only did everyone in his family act and sing and they put a floor in the basement for TAP DANCING, they also "took in strays", a friend of Chris' whose parents moved away in their senior year and another boy who was Chris' roommate until recently. But he says, "In high school everyone knew if you got arrested, call Mrs. Evans, she'll bail you out." How often did she have to do that, Christopher??)
-Mom: And can I say all the girls you've brought to the house have been very sweet and wonderful? Of course, those are the ones that make it to the house. It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Chris: Looooong time.
Mom: The last one at our house? Was it six years ago?
Chris: No names, Ma!
Mom: But she knocked it out of the park.
Chris: She got drunk and puked at Auntie Pam's house! And she puked on the way home and she puked at our place.
Mom: And that's when I fell in love with her. Because she was real.
-he suffered weekly "Sunday-night meltdowns" over schoolwork and the angst of the sensitive middle-schooler (I don't want to marry him, but I will I have to.)
-I arrived early Friday evening; it's Saturday night now and it'll be sunup Sunday before I sleeplessly make my way to catch a train back to New York City. Somewhere in between we slip free of the gravitational pull of the bachelor pad and there's bottle service at a club and a long walk with entourage in tow back to Evans' apartment, where there is some earnest-yet-surreal group singing, piano playing, and chitchat.
-(Whoa, the original Captain America contract would have locked him into nine films. Granted, some of that would have been cameos, but Disney doesn't dream small, do they? Still, after he signed on for six movies, he had to start going to therapy so he didn't lose it. He wants to move to the woods. Like, the proper survivalist woods.)
- He's been known to walk out of press conferences, to freeze up and go silent during the kind of relaxed-yet-high-stakes meetings an actor of his stature is expected to attend: "Do you know how badly I audition? Fifty percent of the time I have to walk out of the room. I'm naturally very pale, so I turn red and sweat. And I have to literally walk out. Sometimes mid-audition. (Gonna hug him forever. He has a *condition*.)
-One of the people who advised Evans to take the Captain America role was his eventual Avengers costar Robert Downey Jr. "I'd seen him around," Downey says. "We share an agent. I like to spend a lot of my free time talking to my agent about his other clients-I just had a feeling about him." (BTW, RDJ? Still perfect.)
-"The majority of the world is empty space," Chris Evans says, watching me as if my brain might explode on hearing this news-or like he might have to fight me if I try to contradict him. We're back at his apartment after a cigarette run through the Combat Zone.
"Empty space!" he says again, slapping the table and sort of yelling. Then, in a slow, breathy whisper, he repeats: "Empty space, empty space. All that we see in the world, the life, the animals, plants, people, it's all empty space. That's amazing!" He slaps the table again. "You want another beer? Gotta be Bud Light. Get dirty-you're in Boston. Okay, organize your thoughts. I gotta take a piss . . ." (Look, Dana, I know you don't like him, but I think he's perfect for you.)
-(He's a practicing Buddhist or some shit. You. Guys.)
-ScarJo: The two met on the set of The Perfect Score when they were teenagers and have stayed close; The Avengers is their third movie together.... Johansson says, "but he's also surprisingly sensitive. He has close female friends, and you can talk to him about anything. Plus there's that secret song-and-dance, jazz-hands side of Chris. I feel like he grew up with the Partridge Family. He'd be just as happy doing Guys and Dolls as he would Captain America 2." (#alliwantinlife)
-"The problem is, the brain I'm using to dissect this world is a brain formed by it," he says. "We're born into confusion, and we get the blessing of letting go of it." Then he adds: "I think this shit by day. And then night comes and it's like, 'Fuck it, let's drink.'"
-He asks questions about my 9-month-old son, and then Captain America gets teary when I talk about the wonder of his birth. "I weep at everything," he says. "I emote. I love things so much-I just never want to dilute that." (My love for him is like a fat golden retriever. I keep thinking we're going to go run around and romp and yell but then it just flops on me and I have to lay very still and concentrate on breathing.)
"Should we just kill him and bury his body?" Chris Evans is stage whispering into the impassive blinking light of my digital recorder.
"Chris!" shouts his mother, her tone a familiar-to-anyone-with-a-mother mix of coddling and concern. "Don't say that! What if something happened?"
Here is the link: http://www.details.com/celebrities-entertainment/cover-stars/201205/chris-evans-avengers#ixzz1rlWMKqXc
If you don't feel like reading it, I'm going to C&P the good bits so I can flail (my comments in red):
-"The shelves of his fridge are neatly stacked with much of the world's supply of Bud Light in cans and little else."
-"Evans' roommate, Zach Jarvis, an old pal who sometimes tags along on set as a paid "assistant" and a personal trainer who bulked Evans up for his role as the super-ripped patriot in last summer's blockbuster" (That doesn't even read as gay to me, which might mean that I'm broken, but that is just so bro. It's like when Andy Hurley dragged all of Fuck City on tour under the guise of vague personal assistants and trainers.)
-"I could just make this . . . disappear," says Josh Peck, another old pal and occasional on-set assistant, in a deadpan mumble, poking at the voice recorder I'd left on the table while I was in the bathroom.
Evans' mom, Lisa, now speaks directly into the microphone: "Don't listen to them-I'm trying to get them not to say these things! (Details is coming over, but his apartment is still just full of bros and moms. I mean, what do you want me to do here? I am TRYING.)
-(Speaking of never being alone, not only did everyone in his family act and sing and they put a floor in the basement for TAP DANCING, they also "took in strays", a friend of Chris' whose parents moved away in their senior year and another boy who was Chris' roommate until recently. But he says, "In high school everyone knew if you got arrested, call Mrs. Evans, she'll bail you out." How often did she have to do that, Christopher??)
-Mom: And can I say all the girls you've brought to the house have been very sweet and wonderful? Of course, those are the ones that make it to the house. It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Chris: Looooong time.
Mom: The last one at our house? Was it six years ago?
Chris: No names, Ma!
Mom: But she knocked it out of the park.
Chris: She got drunk and puked at Auntie Pam's house! And she puked on the way home and she puked at our place.
Mom: And that's when I fell in love with her. Because she was real.
-he suffered weekly "Sunday-night meltdowns" over schoolwork and the angst of the sensitive middle-schooler (I don't want to marry him, but I will I have to.)
-I arrived early Friday evening; it's Saturday night now and it'll be sunup Sunday before I sleeplessly make my way to catch a train back to New York City. Somewhere in between we slip free of the gravitational pull of the bachelor pad and there's bottle service at a club and a long walk with entourage in tow back to Evans' apartment, where there is some earnest-yet-surreal group singing, piano playing, and chitchat.
-(Whoa, the original Captain America contract would have locked him into nine films. Granted, some of that would have been cameos, but Disney doesn't dream small, do they? Still, after he signed on for six movies, he had to start going to therapy so he didn't lose it. He wants to move to the woods. Like, the proper survivalist woods.)
- He's been known to walk out of press conferences, to freeze up and go silent during the kind of relaxed-yet-high-stakes meetings an actor of his stature is expected to attend: "Do you know how badly I audition? Fifty percent of the time I have to walk out of the room. I'm naturally very pale, so I turn red and sweat. And I have to literally walk out. Sometimes mid-audition. (Gonna hug him forever. He has a *condition*.)
-One of the people who advised Evans to take the Captain America role was his eventual Avengers costar Robert Downey Jr. "I'd seen him around," Downey says. "We share an agent. I like to spend a lot of my free time talking to my agent about his other clients-I just had a feeling about him." (BTW, RDJ? Still perfect.)
-"The majority of the world is empty space," Chris Evans says, watching me as if my brain might explode on hearing this news-or like he might have to fight me if I try to contradict him. We're back at his apartment after a cigarette run through the Combat Zone.
"Empty space!" he says again, slapping the table and sort of yelling. Then, in a slow, breathy whisper, he repeats: "Empty space, empty space. All that we see in the world, the life, the animals, plants, people, it's all empty space. That's amazing!" He slaps the table again. "You want another beer? Gotta be Bud Light. Get dirty-you're in Boston. Okay, organize your thoughts. I gotta take a piss . . ." (Look, Dana, I know you don't like him, but I think he's perfect for you.)
-(He's a practicing Buddhist or some shit. You. Guys.)
-ScarJo: The two met on the set of The Perfect Score when they were teenagers and have stayed close; The Avengers is their third movie together.... Johansson says, "but he's also surprisingly sensitive. He has close female friends, and you can talk to him about anything. Plus there's that secret song-and-dance, jazz-hands side of Chris. I feel like he grew up with the Partridge Family. He'd be just as happy doing Guys and Dolls as he would Captain America 2." (#alliwantinlife)
-"The problem is, the brain I'm using to dissect this world is a brain formed by it," he says. "We're born into confusion, and we get the blessing of letting go of it." Then he adds: "I think this shit by day. And then night comes and it's like, 'Fuck it, let's drink.'"
-He asks questions about my 9-month-old son, and then Captain America gets teary when I talk about the wonder of his birth. "I weep at everything," he says. "I emote. I love things so much-I just never want to dilute that." (My love for him is like a fat golden retriever. I keep thinking we're going to go run around and romp and yell but then it just flops on me and I have to lay very still and concentrate on breathing.)