The Guardian has a great one-on-one with Robert Pattinson (warning language)
When asked about the pressures of fame, Emma Watson (Hermione in the Harry Potter series) said she was thankful she wasn’t Robert Pattinson. “I can’t even imagine what that kind of fame must be like,” she said. “So many people must wish they were in his position and think he has the best life, but actually there are prices you pay. Don’t interpret that from my perspective. It’s not so bad for me. I’m not in Rob’s position: I don’t have people screaming and crying and clawing at me. I’m so grateful for that.”
It says something when the star of Harry Potter thinks that you’re the one who’s too famous. But Pattinson – aka R Patz – seems to have taken it in his stride. He greets the screaming hordes with humour and charm and a willingness to pose for pictures. There have been no drugs or fights with paparazzi. Even the romance he struck up with Twilight co-star Kristen Stewart two years ago has survived breathless coverage in the gossip magazines, a testament to the 25-year-old’s sangfroid.
So today ought to be a breeze. He’s at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills to talk about Breaking Dawn – Part 1, the fourth instalment of the Twilight franchise that has been his life for the past four years. When he shows up, however, he’s a mess. His famous hair is ungroomed and his T-shirt has a gaping hole all down one side. It’s not even a fashionable tear – the stitching has just gone. He looks as though he’s just been mobbed by a gang of rabid Twihards.
Happily, Pattinson doesn’t seem to care. In the twilight years of the Twilight juggernaut, his thoughts have turned to what life might be like afterwards. “It’s like being compared to people who’ve been in massive movies who just sort of disappear afterwards, even though they probably had incredibly fulfilling and successful lives,” he says, nibbling on a fingernail. “Like Luke Skywalker.” He scratches his head. “What the f***’s his name?”
“Yes! People are like: ‘Oh, the Mark Hamill curse.’ And poor Mark Hamill. Jesus Christ.” He tilts back in the chair and laughs, apparently oblivious to the state of his T-shirt. “I mean, I’m sure he did fine.”
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