It's clear the interviewer likes Amanda. References of adorableness are scattered throughout, and silences are explained as pensive pauses. "Her eyes demand an adjective, beg for a simile," he writes, "Her eyes are winsome, like two parachutes." Yet, Esquire's depiction is more of a weary, young woman than a rising starlet flush with success. Some examples:
- On food: I'm on a raw-food diet. It's intense. And sort of awful. Yesterday for lunch? Spinach. Just spinach. Spinach and some seeds.
- On pets: Most of the time I just want to go home and throw the dog a stick. Can anything be more obvious than throwing a stick? I need to be needed.
- On photo shoots: I learned a long time ago that photographs are not theater. This is not acting. It's pretending. I pretend I'm looking at a man who is looking right at me, a man who sees me as exceptionally clever and adventurous.
Is this a good reminder that famous isn't always fabulous, or just a bad interview?