“You haven’t lived until you’ve covered two sketchy dudes in goop, Cass. I know what I said, okay? Sheesh.”
This – I live for this. My two favorite friends from comics, together, bantering – and they sound like the old friends who have known each other for years, just like I loved them in the old continuity. It’s such a funny moment but also such an adoring moment.
Cate Blanchett has a peculiar relationship to time—to hours, to years. She does not, for example, know how old her mother is. “I guess if I analyze it I could work it out in relation to my own age,” she says, “but it’s a piece of information that my brain won’t let me compute.” At another point, we get to talking about answering machines, back when they still had microcassettes in them, and when I pinpoint the year I rst bought one as 1988, she says, “That recently?” So it should come as no surprise that on a balmy night in late October, when I’m supposed to meet Blanchett at a theater in southeast London, she is late. - Vogue, January 2014 USA