Can't Stand It

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I was listening to this as I was writing and reading other stuff -- half-listening, half-paying attention -- and I was starting to go mad. Mad! You need to keep the energy cranked and you need to ask th0ughtful questions when you talk to smart and beautiful actresses, but a vibe in a hotel room that is all about "ho-ho!, you're so fascinating!, so interesting!, so funny!, I never knew that!" etc., is just God-awful. I speak with guilt on my head as one who has conducted interviews along these lines, so I'm not pointing fingers.

I need a quieter, Charlie Rose-type vibe or I really can't take it. There is nothing more oppressive or tyrannical in life than a shared feeling that the things have to stay up and perky no matter what. If you do it for too long you just want to shoot yourself.

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Posted by Jeffrey Wells on August 12, 2008 at 1:36 PM

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rr3333 says ...

Pretentious artists!

CantStandYa

Posted by rr3333 at August 12, 2008 1:51 PM

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Joshua Mooney says ...

I assume the anal scene comes later? This is the most prolonged and tedious chat-up of a "Dirty Debutante" I've ever seen. But not by much.

Actually, she's not bad. Her energy level seems high, she's answering the questions that are asked, and is in good spirits. My nightmare interviews in hotel rooms involved actors (male, predictably)who seemed really strung-out/hungover and/or simply done talking for the day. Nic Cage, Sean Connery, Eddie Furlong and Jack Black come to mind. As opposed to a REAL soldier like Bob Altman, who once excused himself to go puke and came back to finish the interview.

Posted by Joshua Mooney at August 12, 2008 2:13 PM

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BurmaShave says ...

Yeah Mooney pretty much nails the porn style of this interview. Does he not have a tripod?

Posted by BurmaShave at August 12, 2008 2:25 PM

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Josh Massey says ...

Oh, the days of interviewing Edward Furlong...

I did the Detroit Rock City junket, and I swear to God I left there with a contact high. And probably chlamydia.

Posted by Josh Massey at August 12, 2008 3:00 PM

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Joshua Mooney says ...

Yeah, Massey, I was at that junket. Fuck. Furlong and Natasha Lyonne made me hungover just by looking at them, though I was actually sober for once. That must be the one where Gene Simmons ended up being the only salvagable interview. I sold it to a business rag in Bayonne. I think that's when he first told me about Kiss Koffins.

Posted by Joshua Mooney at August 12, 2008 3:52 PM

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