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After this outburst, the models dance in front of Van Der Beek. Whatever. Then Van Der Beek asks Ellsworth not to talk about his relationship with his girlfriend Heather, because "'I want my relationship to be my own private thing. I don't even talk about most of this with my family or distant friends, so why share it with the public.'" Well, it's not like "the public" really wants to dwell on the idea that you get laid, Fab Five Foreheady, but I bet your family and friends will really enjoy reading that you keep secrets from them. And shut up. And Heather? Run away! A quick interlude from Ellsworth describing Van Der Beek's voice thusly: "Sexy, low, lulling, it commands attention." Yes, yes it does. Medical attention. A not-as-mercifully-brief snippet from Van Der Beek about how he loves the anonymity of New York, a city which, if he moved here, would eat his suburban ass alive. Then Van Der Beek "reluctantly" shares the information that he spent the morning working an children-with-AIDS benefit, averring that "'I don't do that sort of thing for good press. I do it for the kids.'" Right. Because your mentioning it, and then making a point of un-mentioning it, means you don't want any attention drawn to it. Hey, you convinced me. Except for the "convinced" part. And the "me" part. Van Der Beek goes on to talk about how money has changed his life, and then to analyze his motivations for acting; this portion of the article contains fascinating insights from Van Der Beek such as "'[h]uman beings are so fascinating.'" Then he talks a bit about his seduction by an older woman, and in order to spare the intestinal tracts of us all, I won't go any further on that topic. But, in case any food remains in your stomach, our hero's inspirations should take care of that posthaste: "'Human beings achieving something beyond what is expected. Spiritual revelations or scientific accomplishments. Huge, dramatic feats that change people's lives. Heroic acts inspire me.'" Mmmm. Very impressive, James -- I see you can read the back of a Microsoft Encarta box. Ellsworth asks Van Der Beek what he'd change in his life if he could, and of course Van Der Beek wants the power to become invisible and anonymous -- as well he should, in my opinion. When Ellsworth inquires as to how he'd like to be remembered in a hundred years, Van Der Beek New-Agily replies that he doesn't think it's "'healthy'" to think about that, preferring to, and I quote, "'live in the now.'" Oh, my holy god -- if he were any fuller of himself, he'd turn inside out. But before I can tell him to shut up one last time, Ellsworth sneaks in another question, this one involving Van Der Beek's outlook on life reduced to five words. Van Der Beek's hideously self-important response: "'Love, listen, learn, don't judge. And don't be a fucking hypocrite.'" Well said, James. Why not take your own advice and button your lip? We all saw the photos that accompanied this blowjob masquerading as an article, and maybe it worked for Jessica Biel, but the Cinemax approach to changing your image won't work -- especially when you're every bit as much an arrogant, off-putting prat as the character you claim to want your freedom from.1 2 3 4
The young actor kicks off the piece by grousing about the long hours he's put in on the Dawson's set and elsewhere. I wouldn't presume to say that acting isn't hard work, but quite frankly, it cheeses me off when any actor whinges about the hardships of the Hollywood life, particularly one who makes millions for employing absolutely no discernible talent, save perhaps possessing the largest cranium this side of a medical-oddities sideshow. Hey, James? If you don't like the gig, go back to Jersey and finish your degree. Oh, and shut up. No such luck. up -- Van Der Beek showcases his social conscience by coming out against gun ownership: "'It's ludicrous to me that guns are easier to get than a driver's license. Guns are instruments of death, for Christ's sake….If I had my way, there would be no handguns out there. But what the fuck do I know? I'm only an actor.'" I don't disagree with his point, of course, but I would point out that, when an actor says, "What do I know, I'm only an actor," we can read that as "my opinions should matter because I'm an actor." Does Van Der Beek actually believe his gun-control blathering constitutes anything resembling original thought? Will handgun owners rethink their positions and file quietly into police stations around the country to turn in their firearms because Van Der Beek called guns "instruments of death"? Hey, James? Maybe Ellsworth thinks you would make a great politician (no, he really does), but I think you should shut up. After wading through a bit of biographical information -- he used to play football, he appeared in a high-school production of Grease, he's dyslexic -- we find out that "[a]ll he wants to do is act. Fame is the last thing he wants." Oh, good grief. Van Der Beek doesn't really plan to lay the whole I Am A Craftsman Of Acting, Not A Celebrity line on us, does he? Ouch. Seems he does: "'People love to say that you wanted to be famous. But when I walk into a room, I don't want to be the center of attention. I love performing, but I don't like being noticed for fame. It's ironic, really.'" No, it isn't "ironic." If he had garnered fame specifically because he'd tried to avoid it, that would qualify as ironic. Van Der Beek's alleged distaste for the spotlight does not -- if we believed him in the first place. Do you believe him? I don't. Give the "poor me" routine a rest, James. Again, no joy. Ellsworth treats us to a Van Der Beek tantrum on the subject of getting mistaken for Dawson or Mox: "'The strangest thing is being recognized and identified with a character that isn't you. When people shout "Dawson," I completely ignore them. Dawson's not me -- Dawson has a lot of flaws, and I have to play that nine months out of the year. People call me that and I yell, "That's not my name!" There are days when you're just not in the mood for it. People act like you're obligated. Like I owe them. The kids I don't mind. I just have no patience for rude, pushy adults. Am I public property? [insert "with a head that size…" joke here] People think they own you. I even got approached during the Super Bowl….Kevin Williamson warned me that I'd never want to use a wall stall again.'" Well, thanks for that dip in Lake Self-Indulgence, James. I find this rant so obnoxious that I don't quite know where to begin, but I'll confine myself to remarking that he's clearly confusing himself with an undercover operative or something. Oh, and I'll tell him to shut up again. Shut up, James.1 2 3 4
After this outburst, the models dance in front of Van Der Beek. Whatever. Then Van Der Beek asks Ellsworth not to talk about his relationship with his girlfriend Heather, because "'I want my relationship to be my own private thing. I don't even talk about most of this with my family or distant friends, so why share it with the public.'" Well, it's not like "the public" really wants to dwell on the idea that you get laid, Fab Five Foreheady, but I bet your family and friends will really enjoy reading that you keep secrets from them. And shut up. And Heather? Run away! A quick interlude from Ellsworth describing Van Der Beek's voice thusly: "Sexy, low, lulling, it commands attention." Yes, yes it does. Medical attention. A not-as-mercifully-brief snippet from Van Der Beek about how he loves the anonymity of New York, a city which, if he moved here, would eat his suburban ass alive. Then Van Der Beek "reluctantly" shares the information that he spent the morning working an children-with-AIDS benefit, averring that "'I don't do that sort of thing for good press. I do it for the kids.'" Right. Because your mentioning it, and then making a point of un-mentioning it, means you don't want any attention drawn to it. Hey, you convinced me. Except for the "convinced" part. And the "me" part. Van Der Beek goes on to talk about how money has changed his life, and then to analyze his motivations for acting; this portion of the article contains fascinating insights from Van Der Beek such as "'[h]uman beings are so fascinating.'" Then he talks a bit about his seduction by an older woman, and in order to spare the intestinal tracts of us all, I won't go any further on that topic. But, in case any food remains in your stomach, our hero's inspirations should take care of that posthaste: "'Human beings achieving something beyond what is expected. Spiritual revelations or scientific accomplishments. Huge, dramatic feats that change people's lives. Heroic acts inspire me.'" Mmmm. Very impressive, James -- I see you can read the back of a Microsoft Encarta box. Ellsworth asks Van Der Beek what he'd change in his life if he could, and of course Van Der Beek wants the power to become invisible and anonymous -- as well he should, in my opinion. When Ellsworth inquires as to how he'd like to be remembered in a hundred years, Van Der Beek New-Agily replies that he doesn't think it's "'healthy'" to think about that, preferring to, and I quote, "'live in the now.'" Oh, my holy god -- if he were any fuller of himself, he'd turn inside out. But before I can tell him to shut up one last time, Ellsworth sneaks in another question, this one involving Van Der Beek's outlook on life reduced to five words. Van Der Beek's hideously self-important response: "'Love, listen, learn, don't judge. And don't be a fucking hypocrite.'" Well said, James. Why not take your own advice and button your lip? We all saw the photos that accompanied this blowjob masquerading as an article, and maybe it worked for Jessica Biel, but the Cinemax approach to changing your image won't work -- especially when you're every bit as much an arrogant, off-putting prat as the character you claim to want your freedom from.1 2 3 4