"I guess I just thought, I've seen it done enough," he says of directing... "I'm a writer. An amateur photographer. An actor."2. Ben is desperate.
"I got a really nice e-mail from him saying how much he wanted me to do it," says [Ed] Harris... "You could tell immediately how important the film was to him... I like people who have something at stake when they work."... "It's pretty simple," [Affleck] says... "If people don't go see it, I'm fucked."3.
Add to that the fact that his German shepherd, Hutch, got into a container of Metamucil this morning and sprayed diarrhea all over his Brentwood home, and you have one run-down 35-year-old man.4. Did I mention he's modest?
"Listen," he rasps, shaking an empty oyster shell in the air for effect. "I've gone out and directed a movie and made it really fucking good."5. Ben has an awesome home life.
That other thing is [daughter] Violet, currently exhaling tiny snot bubbles a few miles away. And Garner, his wife. And a home, be it or be it not covered in dog shit.And finally, 6. Ben can see into the future.
"I mean, a shitty movie comes out on 2,800 screens?" Affleck says. "I've been there and it's embarrassing."
How did these hyper-specific tropes spread so quickly?
Most rich kids just want to be pop stars.
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.