Umřít při SEXU s MATTEM

30. března 2008 v 13:59 | Amor |  foreigner orgasm

Matthew McConaughey má nový film.

Ne, nevím jak se ten film jmenuje a už vůbec netuším o čem je. Do kina samozřejmě půjdu, ale už teď je mi jasné, že ani potom nebudu mít sebemenší tušení jestli to byla komedie nebo horor.
Nakonec mi nezbude než přiznat pravdu: dvě hodiny jsem zíral na sedmý div světa jménem Matthew McConaughey...

Mezi námi děvčaty, Matthew by klidně mohl hrát v němých filmech a pořád bych na něj do kina chodil a házel slipy na promítací plátno. Byla by to ale škoda, protože jak potvrzuje jeho interview pro Mail on Sunday, zrovna Matthew není sexy jen na pohled:
If you're going to get arrested, it might as well be for playing the bongos in the nude. It's a lot more civilised than burglary or throwing a woman around. Far better to do something where people say, "Wait a minute! He did that?" My nude-bongo-playing days are far from over. I did it 500 times before the cop showed up and I still do it now. The only difference now is that I remember to shut the window.
My father died right after making love to his wife, and I can't think of a better way to go. My dad always said to me, "Boy, when I get out of here, I betcha I'll be making love to your mother." I hope my own death is way down the line, but when it happens, that's my preferred exit strategy. But let's not rush it, eh?
My parents married each other twice and divorced three times. I've no plans to repeat the experiment - in relationships, I prefer the long, slow train ride to the rollercoaster. I don't think my folks wanted the rollercoaster either: they were simply the classic example of, "Can't live with you, can't live without you". They hated the breaking up, but they really loved the getting back together, as they could enjoy the courtship all over again. I love that courtship period as much as anyone. I never want it to end. I never want to feel like the girl has me in the palm of her hand.
The most impulsive thing I ever did was sell my favourite car on eBay. It was a 1971 Corvette Stingray, a great vehicle with perfect lines. It had the shoulders and the hips. It had muscle and was built for good-time driving - you could feel the horsepower. For me, that's the quintessential, bare-bones American sports car. Best car I ever had, but I sold it to raise funds for the victims of the hurricanes Katrina and Rita.
Who needs a house when you can live in a trailer? People tell me it's not a very Hollywood way to live but it happens to be my preference. I've lived in big houses and a big space gave me too many options. I had this amazing chair that I loved but I'd go months without sitting on it. I had some nice paintings on the walls but I'd hardly ever look at them. I realised I didn't need those things. So I went minimalist. My Airstream trailer is 28ft by 7ft and it's got everything I need, including TV and wireless internet. It's stress-free living because my choices are limited. My living space is so small that I can sit on the toilet and scramble eggs at the same time. How cool is that?
It's amazing how quickly you shower when you think there might be a python in your room. There were heaps of weird creatures around in Queensland when we were shooting my latest film, Fool's Gold. I had an 8ft python in the coconut tree in my back yard and a 6ft python in my shed. When I returned after three weeks, they'd gone. It's one thing having pythons in your garden and knowing they're there; it's a lot more unsettling knowing they're somewhere about but you don't know where. So I was going through every closet and checking under the bed. Every time I took a bath I got nervous. I'd be washing my hair with my eyes closed and be thinking, "What am I not seeing right now?" With pythons about, you quickly get used to sleeping with one eye open.
You haven't lived until you've tasted my butt chicken. You get a can of beer and leave half of the liquid inside it. Throw a bunch of spices into the can, then stick that in the chicken and stand it up on the grill. The beer will start to boil and the spices begin to lubricate the chicken. Do it right and nothing on this earth tastes better - no barbecue is complete without it.
"Just keep living" is the motto that keeps me moving forward. I've had that motto since I was 21. I was filming Dazed And Confused, my father had just died, and I suddenly realised I was no longer a boy. My life's a lot bigger now. I have far more responsibilities. Also, it's been a long while since I was anonymous.
I'm a loner and proud of it. I can be the world's most sociable guy and I love few things more than throwing a barbecue for my crowd. But being alone is where it's mostly at for me. Nothing beats the feeling of taking off on my own and driving to wherever the road takes me. I'll drive as far as I can drive, 1,700 miles in one stretch if the mood takes me. When I left Ireland after filming Reign Of Fire, I went backpacking on my own in Africa for 26 days. I floated on the Niger River, raced camels in the Sahara Desert, had myself a blast.
I love taking advantage of my fame. If I go to the airport and get taken to the front of the line, I'm not going to protest. When I show up to see a band and I get whisked backstage, I like it. If I'm offered the use of a private jet, bring it on. But I draw the line at playing the, "Do you know who I am?" card and I refuse to have every little thing done for me. If you buy into all that, it will show up in your acting. The trick is to understand that being a good actor isn't playing a red-carpet celebrity. Fame is the by-product. If you don't see that, you'll be chasing your tail for a full decade - and that makes a man dizzy. It's important to realise that fame is a dance, and I'd like to think I've got my dance down better now.
Pro Mirka.


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