If Gwyneth Paltrow is the President of the “Celebrities I Really Want To Like But… Meh” club, then Anne Hathaway is Treasurer. In a recent interview with the LA Times, Anne Hathaway goes on about her whole life story as part of her Les Mis promotional tour, and was sure to bring up about that time she starved herself to the point of illness for her role as Fantine. Turns out even the director, Tom Hooper, wasn’t a fan of her extreme dedication.
“To be honest, I thought she was going further than she should, and I tried to discourage her,” Hooper said.
And then Anne Hathaway said the one thing that made me want to smack her in her gorgeous, pixie-perfection face:
“Tom didn’t like what I was doing, but he understood why I was doing it. No one liked what I was doing. By the end, people were hugging me, and they would get emotional because I felt so frail.”
Did anyone else get a mental image Russel Crowe, Hugh Jackman and Amanda Seyfried all collectively sobbing and cradling the anorexic-like frame of Anne Hathaway on set just now? No?
After reading that, my mind shouted at Anne to JUST FUCKING EAT NO ONE CARES next time she thinks method-ing her way into poor health is a good idea. She and Matthew McConaughey should hit up Carl’s Junior together and go to town on a loaded double cheeseburger.
And then, like magic (guilt is totally like magic), Anne said something that made me slightly and begrudgingly admire her, reeling me back into her corner:
“I see the sort of work that people like Meryl Streep and Cate Blanchett and Kate Winslet can do, and I want to do that level of work so badly. But I don’t believe I’m as gifted as them. So the only thing I can control is how hard I work at it — how much do I commit to it? How far will I take it?”
I respect her passion for performing. I can’t help myself. Sister’s got some mad motivation, and far be it from me to take away her dreams. But seriously, go eat something. NOW.