I have this problem. I like women, yes? And everywhere I go, I’m surrounded by beautiful women. And they love me. And these women, they’re so sexy and fun. But I am always thinking about this slow fucking hockey player with beautiful freckles and a weak backhand. And he’s so boring and he drives this terrible car. I am always wishing that these women were him. I don’t ever want that problem to ever go away.
“As it turns out, witnessing two young, exceedingly green actors be so free in and genuinely enthusiastic about the moment that they’re experiencing is as refreshing as it is endearing. Neither one of them is above it or blasé about what is happening, as you so often see once fame hits — nor are they dismissive of or embarrassed by the premium smut that they’re promoting. […] Toggling between the show and the press tour has been a joyful respite from so much ugliness in the world — one can only hope the next nine days, and well beyond, will remain so. We need it. Maybe we even deserve it.” — The Hollywood Reporter, ‘Heated Rivalry’ and the Art of a Truly Joyful Press Tour
