Robert Pattinson Dreams About Beating Up the Paparazzi
Now that his time in the gaping maw of Twihard fandom is nearing an end, Robert Pattinson is ready to spread his wings away from the franchise. Though maybe not before getting in a few good body blows on the fluttering paparazzi that follow his every move.
Speaking with Elle, the Water for Elephants star revealed his obvious disdain for the overwhelming media attention that comes with being known as Edward Cullen.
You know, when the whole thing dries up and there's hardly any paparazzi around -- I don't know, in 15 years or something -- I like the idea of just one paparazzo coming out and trying to get a picture, and I just beat the shit out of him. I mean -- out of nowhere -- when my picture's not even worth...and I've spent all my money, so you can't sue me!
Not that he's given that scenario much thought. As for the remainder of his career, Pattinson seems pretty at ease. Even if Water for Elephants and the upcoming David Cronenberg-directed adaptation of Don DeLillo's Cosmopolis don't hit, he's got a plan.
ELLE: Is your idea of hell to end up at age 45 posing with Twilighters at a comic book convention?
RP: I mean, that would be totally fine -- if I didn't have any responsibilities, if it didn't affect my career anymore. I did a couple of those after Harry Potter, when I was totally unemployed. You can have so much fun. There are so many weirdos there.
Translation: If this whole acting thing doesn't work out, expect to see RPatz slugging a paparazzo outside the San Diego Convention Center in 2026.
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Is anyone else sick of hearing this punk and his scowling skanky gal pal whining about the trappings of fame and celebrity? Dude, read my lips....the ONLY reason you and Miss "Bass Ass Wannabe But Grew Up A Spoiled Valley Girl So IT'S TOTAL CRAP" are pulling in $ 20 million per Twilight dreck is that there is a market for the photos those papps take. They sell them and it feeds the Summit money machine, you stupid uneducated troll. I kind of get a chuckle out of the thought of you trying to beat anyone up, though, so stay with the fantasy. And while you're fantasizing, why not imagine that you and K-Poo can actually act, didn't sell your souls to Tinseltown, and pursue street cred doing neighborhood theater. But wait. No Premieres, no romance hype, no papparazzi, no magazine sales, no box office, no $20 mil. So, how about realizing how ridiculously lucky you got, be a little grateful, and shut the hell up about beating people up.
Ms. Gold is correct. After reading the cover story piece in Vanity Fair a few months back this guy needs a beating.
I know the arguments: "You have no idea what it's like until you're in the situation yourself." I get that, fully. But this isn't 1945 when Tv was brand new and no one knew how invasive it would become to have your face in everyone's home. It's 2011 when the internet is quickly destroying newspapers due to their immediacy and when movies roll out onto 4,000 screens when a film opens.
Crying about it now, and so OFTEN, feels incredibly self-serving.
If it bothers you that much feel free to take your money and buy a piece of land somewhere quiet and quit the business. If acting is your true love I'm sure there are MANY communities in the U.K. or here in the states who'd LOVE to have a generous benefactor set up a community theater. That way you get to "perform your art" and not be hounded by the press.
But if not? Please stop whining. It's becoming a tad bit annoying, mate.
I find it refreshing that an actor is willing to admit that he'd like to beat the shit out of the paparazzi. From what I've seen, paparazzi are mostly rude and pushy and would no doubt piss off all of the people who whine about actors whining. Regardless of how well you're paid, when a bunch of people harass you on a daily basis while you're out running errands or trying to eat, you're going to want to kick their asses.
Yes, Sir, I agree to your point of it being annoying. But if you're earning a giant sum of money knowing FULL WELL (ahead of time) that dealing with those idiots is part of the price you pay, complaining about it in a majority of your interviews (in one given period of time) grows annoying.
It'd be like a well-paid Circus Ring Master saying he wanted to punch elephants.