"So you, the young… bizarrely awesome… technicolor dream of weirdness…" -Peter Travers on Ezra Miller
Ezra Miller interviewed by the great PETER TRAVERS of Rolling Stone, who never ever disappoints… seriously. Never die, Peter Travers. NEVER. DIE.
Okay so, I fully expected to loathe this kid by the looks of him. Like I loathed reading Perks of Being a Wallflower, followed by loathing the film 15 years or something later. I poorly assumed he would come off pretentious, thinking he was wise beyond his then 19 years. It didn’t help that he was born and bred in a neighboring county in the dreaded New Jersey, and I naturally make my judgements about ALT NJ BOYZ.
Though all my assumptions were wrong, something about him sits strangely with me. Maybe it is because he exemplifies so many men (well, boys) who wrapped themselves up in my cynical head and turned me around starry-eyed for the tiniest moments. They were almost always unattainable sexually— in the way that every part of them is attractive, the voice, the words, the mouth— you count the ways as you try and pin point it until you are literally weak in your knees and other places. Unattainable because you can’t figure out their sexuality, or rather if sex is important to them. They are sometimes gay, often queer (whether they boast the label or not), and sometimes asexual (ditto for the label). Ezra Miller is strangely aware of his queerness, and does not boast about it. Catching me off guard he talks about sexuality in a way that makes you look closer to see if he is in fact passing a joint back and forth with Mr. Travers, but is also so intelligently put, educated and well versed, acutely self-aware. Instead of thinking “ugh I’ve so smoked with this kid in a NJ basement” I was thinking “UGH I want to smoke with this kid in a NJ basement and then spend all night kissing him in a bathtub”.
These mysterious men make you want not only to bed them, but to be trapped mid-December in a deserted cottage in upstate New York with only pinot noir and a space heater, talking endlessly and never putting your clothes back on, unaware of time and society and the cold outside the sparkling warmth of that space. Ezra Miller you are all the men I’ve lusted after and admired in my past pre-21, but somehow you come off as a rad individual—- BRAVO!
I will now end this imbroglio of confused observation turned love letter turned the beginnings of my first romance novel.