Scans from the July 7th issue of Best Movie magazine, thanks Claudia.
Hello everyone! I come with Magazine scans from all over, mostly with articles about Elysium, which opens on the next Friday in the US (I have to wait until September to see it), and some older mags. Enjoy!
Some previews and full list of updates below:
Matt is once more featured on Entertainment Weekly, this time to promote Elysium. The cover and excerpt article from EW.com are below. I’ll post scans if/when I get them.
Matt Damon may be at the top of the A-list, but he had to persuade writer-director Neill Blomkamp (District 9) to cast him in his new sci-fi film, Elysium, opening Aug. 9. “I think he was even reluctant to meet me,” Damon says, laughing, from his apartment in Manhattan. “He kept saying, ‘I’m not doing anything Hollywood,’ and I was like, ‘Dude, I live in New York.’ We ended up meeting in a diner and he was kind of giving me the one-eye for the first 10 minutes or so.” That wasn’t just in Damon’s head. “I was doing that,” Blomkamp says, smiling. “I was just trying to figure out what was going on, you know?”
In this week’s cover story, Entertainment Weekly goes inside the making of Elysium, this summer’s most provocative (and political) action film. The year is 2154 and Earth has become a Third World slum. The wealthy have long since departed, inhabiting an exclusive satellite paradise where advanced medical technology heals any ailment, from a hangnail to terminal cancer, in seconds. Damon plays Max, an orphan who dreams of the Eden in the sky, but is stuck slaving at a Los Angeles factory that manufactures droids. When he is accidentally irradiated, Silkwood-style, and told he has five days to live, Max hatches a plan to save himself. To do that, though, he’ll have to team up with a band of revolutionaries determined to make Elysium accessible to all. Standing in his way are Secretary Delacourt (Jodie Foster), head of Elysium’s Civil Cooperation Bureau, who guns down any illegal spaceship attempting to enter the satellite’s orbit, and her psychotic henchman (District 9‘s Sharlto Copley), dispatched to take Max and his crew out.
So: Health care. Immigration. Economic disparities. Environmental degradation. Any of this sound familiar? “Everybody wants to ask me lately about my prediction for the future, whether I think this is what will happen in 140 years,” Blomkamp says, riding shotgun in a red Prius amid the soft green lawns and swaying palm trees of Beverly Hills. “No, no, no. This isn’t science fiction. This is today. This is now.”
Blomkamp, 33, had made the Oscar-nominated District 9 for $30 million, completely under the Hollywood radar. But for Elysium he needed a big budget ($100 million), which meant he needed to make a studio film, and cast A-list stars. This made him nervous. He didn’t want some Hollywood ego derailing his vision, which is why he was keeping Damon at arm’s length at first. “High-level actors can be these razor-sharp tools that help you tell the story,” Blomkamp says. “But they can also be all about their close-ups and the size of their trailers. I was very apprehensive. You just hear all these horror stories.”
Good evening everyone, I hope you’re having a great Saturday. The release date for Elysium is approaching and covers for Matt have started appearing! He graces the cover of August Issue of Esquire, and along a new Photoshoot and great article. I’ve also added a new poster for Elysium.
Matt Damon is featured on the January 2012 cover of GQ magazine.
Is there friggin’ anything Matt Damon can’t do? As the action hero/leading man/activist/Oscar-winning screenwriter/sitcom revelation/Internet meme finally makes the transition to Serious Director, we’re about to find out
I’m ducking Matt Damon. We’re supposed to meet at the Central Park Zoo ticket booth precisely at noon, but I’m not there. I’m thirty feet away, standing behind a huge oak tree, keeping watch.
Cameron Crowe, the director, has urged me to try to get a glimpse of the 41-year-old actor when he doesn’t know I’m there. “Matt’s fans relate to him as an older brother or a member of the family. And that’s how he relates to them,” Crowe says, recalling how during the shoot of their new movie, We Bought a Zoo, he liked to do reconnaissance on Damon as he signed autographs and interacted with his public.
The Boston native, who now calls New York home, can be reticent in interviews, reluctant to reveal too much or get too personal. I want to observe him in his natural habitat, and I imagine that my stealth will be rewarded with the kind of unguarded moment that can only be viewed in the wild. As minutes pass, however, and I don’t spot him anywhere, a thought looms: This is Jason Bourne I’m hunting—the master of evasion. What if Matt Damon is ducking me?
Stepping into the open, I sort of wave my notebook like a journalistic homing beacon, and suddenly there he is, all smiles. “Hi, I’m Matt,” he says, extending a hand. He’s in jeans, a gray waffle-y long-sleeve T-shirt, and what look to be brand-new black Puma sneakers. He has a knit cap pulled down to his eyebrows, which makes it easy to notice that his hat and his eyes are exactly the same blue. He’s taller than I thought he’d be and exactly a quarter inch taller than the man standing next to him: a gray-haired, bespectacled guy in pleated chinos and a baseball cap.
“This,” Damon proclaims, “is my dad.”
When Damon the younger pulls out a credit card to gain us entry to what we will all agree must be the smallest zoo on earth, Damon the elder (his name is Kent) observes wryly, “This is the first time the son buys the father a ticket to the zoo. When has that happened before?” Whereupon the son grins big and says, “There’s, like, a disturbance in the Force!”
“Come on,” Kent says. “Let’s go see the polar bears.”
As we set off, I’m immediately struck by the constant cross-generational ball-busting between father and son. For example, the story of when 12-year-old Matt announced his intent to play point guard for the Boston Celtics.
Kent: I said, “Matt, I have to tell you a little bit about the real world.”
Matt: My favorite player was Tiny Archibald, and he goes, “You know they call him Tiny because he’s six foot one.” He told me that he was the tallest Damon to ever evolve at five foot ten.
Kent: Five ten and a half, by the way.
Matt: Used to be, man.
Kent: Not that we’re sensitive about it.
Read the rest of the article at GQ.com