Whoa! And she can't donate full proceeds of those damn earrings to this charity?
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Whoa! And she can't donate full proceeds of those damn earrings to this charity?
she looks much better than the usual smug look when she smiles
the boots/sneakers are IM and have an inbuilt wedge in them - think they are the uglest thing a person can buy - arent the french ment to have good fashion taste??
the sandles she wore at LAX are joie- i like these i have a similar pair and for the fraction on the price!
she has worn both to coachella IM boots this year and the sandles last year
JJ where are the article pictures ???
does he even have an exclusive or will he post the photos when everyone else does?
DANG IT!! I didn't get back online in time to remind you to stay passed the credits for Fast Five. Please tell me you stayed CapitolGirl?What did you think of Fast Five?
Nope. I didn't stay....DARN! What did I miss? Do I even want to know?
I bow down. You're amazing! :worthy: I start worshipping you if you do the same with Beige. Hilarious!
JJ, "Mommy, this stupid girl said the earrings are crappy. The popular girls are always sooo mean." If he got through high school with such responds I'm impressed. Very witty, JJ.
Could it be he deleted this tweet? Because I couldn't find it anymore.
I've read it awhile ago. I laughed at that part as well. It was the first indication for a mis-cast for me.
I don't find her prettier when she smiles. She looks like a lunatic. Who smiles this extensively while seeing paps? It's such a give away. Stop it, Beige! And btw, everyone knows you probably just read the first page of this book.
I agree 100% and support this title. Pelham rulez!!!!
Filming at the Biltmore again last night (May 16, 2011):
Shortly after Megan leaves we spot Alexander Skarsgard kicking back with his iPad and drinking some coffee. He’s wearing the same bloody shirt he was wearing on Friday.
SEMI-SPOLIER ALERT!!!!
They are shooting indoors today and it’s a ballroom scene. I noticed balloons in the shape of fangs and other balloons in the shape of letters that spelled “Tolerance.” There were also red, white and blue flags and a band playing with a chick singer. Some of the extras were wearing blue t-shirts that read: “Just say no to hate.” There were men with guns in all black that resembled a SWAT team. Vampire Bill was dressed in suits, Eric was wearing a bloody shirt and Sookie was in a zippered sweatshirt and jeans.
(Source: CinematicDebris.com)
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Shortly after Megan leaves we spot Alexander Skarsgard kicking back with his iPad and drinking some coffee. He’s wearing the same bloody shirt he was wearing on Friday.
SEMI-SPOLIER ALERT!!!!
They are shooting indoors today and it’s a ballroom scene. I noticed balloons in the shape of fangs and other balloons in the shape of letters that spelled “Tolerance.” There were also red, white and blue flags and a band playing with a chick singer. Some of the extras were wearing blue t-shirts that read: “Just say no to hate.” There were men with guns in all black that resembled a SWAT team. Vampire Bill was dressed in suits, Eric was wearing a bloody shirt and Sookie was in a zippered sweatshirt and jeans.
(Source: CinematicDebris.com)
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thanks Santress!!
hmmm intresting with the story line. i have noidea where they are taking it.
WHY THE HELL IS BILL IN A SUIT AND NOT ERIC!!!!!!!!!
hmmm intresting with the story line. i have noidea where they are taking it.
WHY THE HELL IS BILL IN A SUIT AND NOT ERIC!!!!!!!!!
theres a new video on tumblr from the hotel filming as well !!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IjRMm1l0Nc&feature=player_embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IjRMm1l0Nc&feature=player_embedded
Thank you, Santress!
Ok, I give in. He probably won't go to Cannes. /QUOTE]
Thanks for the video, syd and BB!!
Alex's GQ cover is up at JJ
Alexander Skarsgard Covers 'GQ' June 2011
Alexander Skarsgard heats up the June 2011 cover of GQ, on newsstands May 24.
Here’s what the 34-year-old True Blood star shared in the “Here Comes The Viking” cover feature:
On his dad, Stellan, who’s also an actor: “I don’t think I came to acting to compete with my father. But, you know, he wasn’t around as much as normal dads, and seeing his passion … Maybe it was a way to get his attention. I mean, if anything, we’re trying to take care of him. He’s over the hill.”
On life in L.A. and the entertainment industry: “Hollywood can be like kids playing marbles on the schoolyard. Everybody wants the shiny marble until one kid says he doesn’t. Then nobody will touch it. So it’s important that I make good decisions now.”
Straw Dogs director Rod Lurie on co-stars and real-life couple Alexander and Kate Bosworth: “In the beginning [of filming the rape scene], Kate would be crying after every take and Alex would try to comfort her. By the end, everybody got really raw.”
For more of Alexander’s interview, check out GQ.com!
Alexander Skarsgard Covers 'GQ' June 2011
Alexander Skarsgard heats up the June 2011 cover of GQ, on newsstands May 24.
Here’s what the 34-year-old True Blood star shared in the “Here Comes The Viking” cover feature:
On his dad, Stellan, who’s also an actor: “I don’t think I came to acting to compete with my father. But, you know, he wasn’t around as much as normal dads, and seeing his passion … Maybe it was a way to get his attention. I mean, if anything, we’re trying to take care of him. He’s over the hill.”
On life in L.A. and the entertainment industry: “Hollywood can be like kids playing marbles on the schoolyard. Everybody wants the shiny marble until one kid says he doesn’t. Then nobody will touch it. So it’s important that I make good decisions now.”
Straw Dogs director Rod Lurie on co-stars and real-life couple Alexander and Kate Bosworth: “In the beginning [of filming the rape scene], Kate would be crying after every take and Alex would try to comfort her. By the end, everybody got really raw.”
For more of Alexander’s interview, check out GQ.com!
OMG!!!! I died and am now in heaven. The cover!!!! 
And now we know why he's still with her. And I was right about the GQ shoot. Yeaaah baby!
Someone of our American friends has to buy that and tell me it's real. That there really is a printed version and it's no dream.
And now we know why he's still with her. And I was right about the GQ shoot. Yeaaah baby!
Someone of our American friends has to buy that and tell me it's real. That there really is a printed version and it's no dream.
Here is the article
Here Comes the King
Out of the misty north there arrived in Hollywood a fair-haired stranger: Skarsgård the Younger, Alexander the Tall, son of Stellan the Comparatively Famous. With his totally convincing American accent and eyes deep as a glacial fjord, he won over fans of HBO's True Blood. Now, with three major films opening soon, Alexander Skarsgård is poised to conquer the rest of us
BY BRETT MARTINPHOTOGRAPHS BY CARTER SMITH
June 2011
It's hard enough on a healthy male ego just kind of standing around a guy like Alexander Skarsgård, whose Viking physique, showcased to such great effect on HBO's True Blood, tends to make one feel small and soft and generally shabby in comparison. One does not need the extra discomfort of being humiliated by his dad. Skarsgård's father, Stellan, happens to be Sweden's biggest movie star, best known on these shores as the quadriplegic roughneck in Lars von Trier's Breaking the Waves or as the Swedish travel writer performing off-key ABBA songs in Mamma Mia!, depending on how you like to think of yourself. I'd called Stellan in Stockholm and informed him I was going whale-watching with his son. "Ever since he went whale-watching, he won't stop talking about it. Everybody has to go! It's a plague!" he affectionately complained. Then came the setup: "Listen," he said, the lugubrious voice oozing authority. "Bring a sweater. It's cold out there."
And so here I am, standing by the Long Beach docks in the brilliant sunshine of an eighty-five-degree California morning, dressed for the North Sea (winter hat, heavy sweater, windbreaker). Skarsgård the Younger is attired, appropriately, in a V-neck and light sweatshirt. His eyes take in my outfit, squint up at the sun. A dry smile plays about his lips. "You think you'll be warm enough?" he asks.
As Stanley Kowalski might have put it: "Stelllaaaannn!"
Once at sea, I can only imagine, Skarsgård, 34, will form a trumpet with his hands and let forth a piercing ululation, summoning whales, which will arrive frolicking in Busby Berkeley formation, whereupon the Swede will strip shirtless and dive into the waves, breaking the surface several minutes later astride a newborn calf. I, meanwhile, will remain queasily deckbound, a homunculus sweating in my woolens.
For the record, he's wearing a winter hat, too—but it's one of those loose, light numbers that has replaced the baseball cap as de rigueur don't-recognize-me headwear for young actors. As disguises go, it doesn't really do the trick. Skarsgård's most striking and unusual characteristic is his height, something about as common in Hollywood's male actors as girth is in its female ones; even slimmed down for a recent role in von Trier's film Melancholia, he's an imposing figure at six feet four. The only thing keeping him from being recognized is that, well, he's not really that famous. Yet. At the moment, he's mostly known to viewers of HBO, where he first anchored the ensemble cast of Generation Kill, David Simon and Ed Burns's miniseries about the invasion of Iraq, and where he now plays True Blood's mighty Eric Northman.
The character is a 1,000-year-old vampire who presides as the "sheriff" of a district in Louisiana. (One of the more amusing aspects of the show's universe is the notion that the undead are subject to the same ba±ing bureaucratic structures as the rest of us.) He's evolved from a relatively minor character in the show's first season to one that threatens to eclipse the nominal romantic leads.
In no small part this is because women have gone nuts for the particular brand of Scandinavian good looks Skarsgård brings to the party. Used to be, the sexuality that kept female viewers damp-palmed for vampire stories was at least marginally subtextual. Now—whether in True Blood or Twilight—it's not only front and center but somehow requiring of "teams" rooting for one creature or another to successfully plant his teeth in the fetching young heroine. (Dracula never suffered the indignity of I'M ON TEAM VLAD T-shirts.) In the fictional town of Bon Temps, Team Eric has been ascendant for several seasons now—and is likely to stay so when season four begins, June 26, revealing an entirely new and more vulnerable side of Northman's character.
Similarly, a new chapter of Skarsgård's career is about to begin with a run of wildly disparate films: First comes Melancholia, set to premiere in Cannes, in which he performs for the first time on-camera alongside his father; then, in September, a remake of the classic Sam Peckinpah movie Straw Dogs; and finally there's next year's board-game-based blockbuster Battleship, already legendary, whatever its eventual virtues, as emblematic of the dearth of Hollywood imagination.
For now, though, he can still slip unnoticed and unmolested into the line of tourists and families waiting to board the stately MV Two Harbors. Soon we're chugging past the regal hulk of the Queen Mary in its permanent Long Beach dock and out into calm, glassy seas. Even before he first went whale-watching off Monterey and started the campaign that so irks his dad, Skarsgård was obsessed with whales, forcing his parents to read to him from a picture book filled with them every night as a boy. What he responds to, he says, is what everybody responds to: the combination of grandeur and grace. "They're the size of three buses, and yet they move with such calm confidence," he says.
The water, too, is Skarsgård's element; he grew up on and around the Baltic Sea, ferrying through the Stockholm archipelago, vacationing at the family's spartan compound on Öland, off Sweden's southeastern coast. "I miss it," he says as we pick up speed, wind whipping across the deck. "Here, I live a few miles from the ocean"—in the Hollywood Hills—"but I'll wake up and think, '****, I haven't seen it for three weeks.' "
Stature aside, Skarsgård may look like any number of other young Hollywood hotshots, and his accent is convincing enough that Battleship director Peter Berg didn't realize he was foreign until after he'd hired him and they'd had lunch. ("I guess I'm not that observant," Berg says, when asked what he made of that last name with its funny little circle over the a.) But Skarsgård remains defiantly, definitively a Swede. He spends all his available vacation time back in Sweden and maintains a bemused regard for the differences between Los Angeles and what he considers home.
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Here Comes the King
Out of the misty north there arrived in Hollywood a fair-haired stranger: Skarsgård the Younger, Alexander the Tall, son of Stellan the Comparatively Famous. With his totally convincing American accent and eyes deep as a glacial fjord, he won over fans of HBO's True Blood. Now, with three major films opening soon, Alexander Skarsgård is poised to conquer the rest of us
BY BRETT MARTINPHOTOGRAPHS BY CARTER SMITH
June 2011
It's hard enough on a healthy male ego just kind of standing around a guy like Alexander Skarsgård, whose Viking physique, showcased to such great effect on HBO's True Blood, tends to make one feel small and soft and generally shabby in comparison. One does not need the extra discomfort of being humiliated by his dad. Skarsgård's father, Stellan, happens to be Sweden's biggest movie star, best known on these shores as the quadriplegic roughneck in Lars von Trier's Breaking the Waves or as the Swedish travel writer performing off-key ABBA songs in Mamma Mia!, depending on how you like to think of yourself. I'd called Stellan in Stockholm and informed him I was going whale-watching with his son. "Ever since he went whale-watching, he won't stop talking about it. Everybody has to go! It's a plague!" he affectionately complained. Then came the setup: "Listen," he said, the lugubrious voice oozing authority. "Bring a sweater. It's cold out there."
And so here I am, standing by the Long Beach docks in the brilliant sunshine of an eighty-five-degree California morning, dressed for the North Sea (winter hat, heavy sweater, windbreaker). Skarsgård the Younger is attired, appropriately, in a V-neck and light sweatshirt. His eyes take in my outfit, squint up at the sun. A dry smile plays about his lips. "You think you'll be warm enough?" he asks.
As Stanley Kowalski might have put it: "Stelllaaaannn!"
Once at sea, I can only imagine, Skarsgård, 34, will form a trumpet with his hands and let forth a piercing ululation, summoning whales, which will arrive frolicking in Busby Berkeley formation, whereupon the Swede will strip shirtless and dive into the waves, breaking the surface several minutes later astride a newborn calf. I, meanwhile, will remain queasily deckbound, a homunculus sweating in my woolens.
For the record, he's wearing a winter hat, too—but it's one of those loose, light numbers that has replaced the baseball cap as de rigueur don't-recognize-me headwear for young actors. As disguises go, it doesn't really do the trick. Skarsgård's most striking and unusual characteristic is his height, something about as common in Hollywood's male actors as girth is in its female ones; even slimmed down for a recent role in von Trier's film Melancholia, he's an imposing figure at six feet four. The only thing keeping him from being recognized is that, well, he's not really that famous. Yet. At the moment, he's mostly known to viewers of HBO, where he first anchored the ensemble cast of Generation Kill, David Simon and Ed Burns's miniseries about the invasion of Iraq, and where he now plays True Blood's mighty Eric Northman.
The character is a 1,000-year-old vampire who presides as the "sheriff" of a district in Louisiana. (One of the more amusing aspects of the show's universe is the notion that the undead are subject to the same ba±ing bureaucratic structures as the rest of us.) He's evolved from a relatively minor character in the show's first season to one that threatens to eclipse the nominal romantic leads.
In no small part this is because women have gone nuts for the particular brand of Scandinavian good looks Skarsgård brings to the party. Used to be, the sexuality that kept female viewers damp-palmed for vampire stories was at least marginally subtextual. Now—whether in True Blood or Twilight—it's not only front and center but somehow requiring of "teams" rooting for one creature or another to successfully plant his teeth in the fetching young heroine. (Dracula never suffered the indignity of I'M ON TEAM VLAD T-shirts.) In the fictional town of Bon Temps, Team Eric has been ascendant for several seasons now—and is likely to stay so when season four begins, June 26, revealing an entirely new and more vulnerable side of Northman's character.
Similarly, a new chapter of Skarsgård's career is about to begin with a run of wildly disparate films: First comes Melancholia, set to premiere in Cannes, in which he performs for the first time on-camera alongside his father; then, in September, a remake of the classic Sam Peckinpah movie Straw Dogs; and finally there's next year's board-game-based blockbuster Battleship, already legendary, whatever its eventual virtues, as emblematic of the dearth of Hollywood imagination.
For now, though, he can still slip unnoticed and unmolested into the line of tourists and families waiting to board the stately MV Two Harbors. Soon we're chugging past the regal hulk of the Queen Mary in its permanent Long Beach dock and out into calm, glassy seas. Even before he first went whale-watching off Monterey and started the campaign that so irks his dad, Skarsgård was obsessed with whales, forcing his parents to read to him from a picture book filled with them every night as a boy. What he responds to, he says, is what everybody responds to: the combination of grandeur and grace. "They're the size of three buses, and yet they move with such calm confidence," he says.
The water, too, is Skarsgård's element; he grew up on and around the Baltic Sea, ferrying through the Stockholm archipelago, vacationing at the family's spartan compound on Öland, off Sweden's southeastern coast. "I miss it," he says as we pick up speed, wind whipping across the deck. "Here, I live a few miles from the ocean"—in the Hollywood Hills—"but I'll wake up and think, '****, I haven't seen it for three weeks.' "
Stature aside, Skarsgård may look like any number of other young Hollywood hotshots, and his accent is convincing enough that Battleship director Peter Berg didn't realize he was foreign until after he'd hired him and they'd had lunch. ("I guess I'm not that observant," Berg says, when asked what he made of that last name with its funny little circle over the a.) But Skarsgård remains defiantly, definitively a Swede. He spends all his available vacation time back in Sweden and maintains a bemused regard for the differences between Los Angeles and what he considers home.
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You walk into the coffee shop, and the girl asks how your day is. When I first moved here, I loved that. I know it's shallow and superficial and she doesn't give a **** about my day, but I still like it," he says. Sweden, by contrast, is more reserved. "It's difficult to get to know a Swede. But once you do, you're in," he says. And there's a stronger sense of boundaries. "You're never going to see a television show The Skarsgårds."
···
Shame. It would be a fascinating show to watch. The Skarsgård family—Alexander has five younger brothers and a younger sister—is based in Södermalm, the island neighborhood in Stockholm long known as a home for writers, artists, and other bohemians. Imagine Williamsburg, Brooklyn, with more herring. Every day they observe what is known as the Roll Out, in which Stellan and whichever children are around escort the clan's 81-year-old matriarch, Gudrun, in her wheelchair to a hallowed old beer hall named Kvarnen that functions as fan headquarters for Hammarby, the local soccer team and one of Skarsgård's obsessions. Gudrun will have one beer and two shots of Fernet-Branca. ("She's over food," Skarsgård says.) Later Stellan spends the rest of the afternoon cooking, his primary passion. The tribe gathers once again for dinner and wine.
To place this most un-Hollywood idyll in context, it's important to understand exactly how famous Stellan Skarsgård is in his home country: Think George Clooney—if George Clooney was the only internationally famous actor in an entire country with a tradition of revering actors.
What that meant for Stellan's eldest son is that, even in civilized Sweden, Alexander grew up constantly aware of being in the public eye. As a tween, he dabbled in acting himself, most notably in a film called Hunden Som Log (or "The Dog That Smiled"), but was freaked out by the girls soon lining up outside the house and quit. He never expected to act again.
Both father and son repeat the same vignette from Alexander's childhood—clearly a piece of family folklore. "He was always full of energy," says Stellan. "When we'd walk down the street, he would run ahead to the curb—where he knew to stop—and then run back to me. Then to the curb, then back. Shorter and shorter distances until I caught up."
The image—son venturing out into the world, staying just this side of danger and then darting back, while father ambles watchfully behind—is as good as any to sum up their relationship. There's an old joke that has the rebellious sons of circus performers running off to join an accounting firm; likewise, the son of a bohemian actor might find himself enlisting in the Swedish Royal Navy's antiterrorist division.
True, military service was nominally compulsory in Sweden at the time, but it was also easily avoided with any number of excuses. (None of Skarsgård's brothers served, nor did their father: "I was busy smoking pot," Stellan says. "It seemed terribly inconvenient.") It is more common to do one's duty in an office somewhere, rather than as a member of the elite SäkJakt unit—the name roughly translates to "protect and hunt"—responsible for patrolling the vast archipelago outside Stockholm for various forms of sabotage.
Skarsgård is the first to poke fun at the notion of the Swedish military, which saw its last serious action around the time of the Northern War, 300 years ago, but it was an important challenge for him. "It was my way of going off into the unknown," he says. "I didn't want to just be somebody's son."
And he did have one action-packed night, in which he and the squadron he was commanding were asked to investigate a false alarm involving someone slipping from a small submarine onto one of the archipelago's thousands of uninhabited islands. "I'd been playing war for fifteen months, and now we were carrying live ammunition," he says. There was no enemy to be found on that little island, but Skarsgård was exhilarated nonetheless. Whatever test he had needed to set for himself in the military, he'd passed.
"We just climbed back into the little boat, nobody saying anything, and headed north under the stars," he says.
···
Our sea is equally silent, an unbroken, notably whaleless, gray expanse. Children are growing listless and impatient, even as we pass a large buoy crowded with sea lions. The Two Harbors comes into sight of an oil rig. "Look, a person!" a little girl cries as a tiny figure appears on the rig. I find it impossible not to think of Lars von Trier's Breaking the Waves, in which Stellan Skarsgård's character is paralyzed in a gruesome offshore-drilling accident. Alexander says he didn't hesitate when von Trier offered him a role alongside his father in Melancholia. "I told my agents, 'I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe I'll be getting coffee. But I'm taking this,' " he says. In the event, he plays a groom marrying Kirsten Dunst, at a wedding that takes place while a massive planet hurtles on a collision course toward Earth. Von Trier has called it the first of his films to have a sad ending, something that should instill deep foreboding in anybody who's seen his other laughfests. Stellan plays his son's best man.
Indeed, to whatever degree The Skarsgårds is an Oedipal drama, it's one remarkably free of neurosis. "I don't think I came to acting to compete with my father. But, you know, he wasn't around as much as normal dads, and seeing his passion...Maybe it was a way to get his attention," Skarsgård says with a shrug. He grins, exhibiting a surprisingly goofy overbite that brings to mind his tiny but memorable role as a male model in Zoolander. "I mean, if anything, we're trying to take care of him. He's over the hill."
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You walk into the coffee shop, and the girl asks how your day is. When I first moved here, I loved that. I know it's shallow and superficial and she doesn't give a **** about my day, but I still like it," he says. Sweden, by contrast, is more reserved. "It's difficult to get to know a Swede. But once you do, you're in," he says. And there's a stronger sense of boundaries. "You're never going to see a television show The Skarsgårds."
···
Shame. It would be a fascinating show to watch. The Skarsgård family—Alexander has five younger brothers and a younger sister—is based in Södermalm, the island neighborhood in Stockholm long known as a home for writers, artists, and other bohemians. Imagine Williamsburg, Brooklyn, with more herring. Every day they observe what is known as the Roll Out, in which Stellan and whichever children are around escort the clan's 81-year-old matriarch, Gudrun, in her wheelchair to a hallowed old beer hall named Kvarnen that functions as fan headquarters for Hammarby, the local soccer team and one of Skarsgård's obsessions. Gudrun will have one beer and two shots of Fernet-Branca. ("She's over food," Skarsgård says.) Later Stellan spends the rest of the afternoon cooking, his primary passion. The tribe gathers once again for dinner and wine.
To place this most un-Hollywood idyll in context, it's important to understand exactly how famous Stellan Skarsgård is in his home country: Think George Clooney—if George Clooney was the only internationally famous actor in an entire country with a tradition of revering actors.
What that meant for Stellan's eldest son is that, even in civilized Sweden, Alexander grew up constantly aware of being in the public eye. As a tween, he dabbled in acting himself, most notably in a film called Hunden Som Log (or "The Dog That Smiled"), but was freaked out by the girls soon lining up outside the house and quit. He never expected to act again.
Both father and son repeat the same vignette from Alexander's childhood—clearly a piece of family folklore. "He was always full of energy," says Stellan. "When we'd walk down the street, he would run ahead to the curb—where he knew to stop—and then run back to me. Then to the curb, then back. Shorter and shorter distances until I caught up."
The image—son venturing out into the world, staying just this side of danger and then darting back, while father ambles watchfully behind—is as good as any to sum up their relationship. There's an old joke that has the rebellious sons of circus performers running off to join an accounting firm; likewise, the son of a bohemian actor might find himself enlisting in the Swedish Royal Navy's antiterrorist division.
True, military service was nominally compulsory in Sweden at the time, but it was also easily avoided with any number of excuses. (None of Skarsgård's brothers served, nor did their father: "I was busy smoking pot," Stellan says. "It seemed terribly inconvenient.") It is more common to do one's duty in an office somewhere, rather than as a member of the elite SäkJakt unit—the name roughly translates to "protect and hunt"—responsible for patrolling the vast archipelago outside Stockholm for various forms of sabotage.
Skarsgård is the first to poke fun at the notion of the Swedish military, which saw its last serious action around the time of the Northern War, 300 years ago, but it was an important challenge for him. "It was my way of going off into the unknown," he says. "I didn't want to just be somebody's son."
And he did have one action-packed night, in which he and the squadron he was commanding were asked to investigate a false alarm involving someone slipping from a small submarine onto one of the archipelago's thousands of uninhabited islands. "I'd been playing war for fifteen months, and now we were carrying live ammunition," he says. There was no enemy to be found on that little island, but Skarsgård was exhilarated nonetheless. Whatever test he had needed to set for himself in the military, he'd passed.
"We just climbed back into the little boat, nobody saying anything, and headed north under the stars," he says.
···
Our sea is equally silent, an unbroken, notably whaleless, gray expanse. Children are growing listless and impatient, even as we pass a large buoy crowded with sea lions. The Two Harbors comes into sight of an oil rig. "Look, a person!" a little girl cries as a tiny figure appears on the rig. I find it impossible not to think of Lars von Trier's Breaking the Waves, in which Stellan Skarsgård's character is paralyzed in a gruesome offshore-drilling accident. Alexander says he didn't hesitate when von Trier offered him a role alongside his father in Melancholia. "I told my agents, 'I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe I'll be getting coffee. But I'm taking this,' " he says. In the event, he plays a groom marrying Kirsten Dunst, at a wedding that takes place while a massive planet hurtles on a collision course toward Earth. Von Trier has called it the first of his films to have a sad ending, something that should instill deep foreboding in anybody who's seen his other laughfests. Stellan plays his son's best man.
Indeed, to whatever degree The Skarsgårds is an Oedipal drama, it's one remarkably free of neurosis. "I don't think I came to acting to compete with my father. But, you know, he wasn't around as much as normal dads, and seeing his passion...Maybe it was a way to get his attention," Skarsgård says with a shrug. He grins, exhibiting a surprisingly goofy overbite that brings to mind his tiny but memorable role as a male model in Zoolander. "I mean, if anything, we're trying to take care of him. He's over the hill."
Read More http://www.gq.com/entertainment/mov...rsgard-gq-june-2011-cover-story#ixzz1MbkxXn8J
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