It’s no secret that Robert Pattinson hates being followed by the paparazzi – but in a new interview with Elle, Rob revealed that he even dreams about beating them to a pulp. “You know, when the whole thing dries up and there’s hardly any paparazzi around–I don’t know, in 15 years or something–I like the idea of just one paparazzo coming out and trying to get a picture, and I just beat the s**t out of him,” Rob said. “I mean–out of nowhere–when my picture’s not even worth…and I’ve spent all my money, so you can’t sue me!”
The Twilight and Water For Elephants star sounds a bit whiny, but when he dished about a recent paparazzi encounter, I started to understand how ridiculous the situation really is. “A bunch of paparazzi were following me, and I thought the best way to deal with it was to stop my car in the middle of the street and say, ‘I’m not leaving, and I’m not going to speak to you anymore.’ They got all pissed off because they can’t just keep taking the same picture. We were in Venice by the boardwalk, and they kept trying to get all these drug dealers to come up to the car. I was just like, Oh my God, this is insane.” Ummm, yeah!
Luckily, Rob has achieved some kind of clarity about his job. “I came to a point where I said: I’m going to be a professional actor, looking for the origins of my characters, making something real out of this ephemeral job,” he said. “This will allow me to live the life I want to live, to be active in green politics, to be a citizen of the world. Fame is an handicap, not a privilege, it often complicates things. I try to not fall in the web of top class hotels, first-class flights, designers sending you tons of stuff, thousands of girls everywhere.”
Umm… fame is a handicap? You’re an actor, dude.
Usually Rob’s girlfriend and fellow Twilight star Kristen Stewart is the Celeb Who Complains About Fame The Most… is Rob about to take her title? He also complains that people call him “brooding” too much: “I never got the ‘brooding’ thing,” he said. “I’ve had about enough of that.”
Us too, my friend.
