I wasn't going to have fun doing a teen movie again.
But the paparazzi are quite malicious and vocal and really rude, ... And they camped outside of my house, so I started throwing eggs at them, lobbing them at rocks next to them.
When I first started acting, I was just crap.
Does it depress you? To know just how alone you really are?
Had I listened to my agent, I'd be running around in tights, climbing buildings and stuff.
Do I really look like a guy with a plan?