One thing about movie stars is a certain air of “Fuck it.” They accept your adoration but never ask for it. As needy as they can appear, the best ones don’t really care what you think of them. They’re not apathetic or rebellious, just self-contained. They can often be mistaken as being oppositional, but it’s not so much that as it is an unerring instinct not to have their imagination limited in any way, a ferocious insistence to remain open to the improvisation of life.
