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Joseph Gordon-Levitt: Boy Wonder

It’s been almost twenty years since he was cast as an old geezer trapped in a boy’s body on 3rd Rock from the Sun. Lately, Joseph Gordon-Levitt has been getting younger every day—making cancer funny with Seth Rogen, singing on the Internet, and starring in a million new movies, including The Dark Knight Rises. Here, young Joe kicks off our fall fashion preview, showing us all how to pull off a three-piece suit and taking Amy Wallace on his own personal (and slightly disorienting) Hollywood Walk of Fame:

This is what it’s like, getting lost with Joseph Gordon-Levitt. “Oh boy. Dude,” he mutters to himself as he steers his gray 2005 Honda Accord hybrid around a flat, arid stretch of the San Fernando Valley, the place where he grew up. We’re trying—and failing—to find his alma mater, Van Nuys High School. “This is funny. It’s been a long time,” he says, laughing as he turns right, then left, then right again. Because Joe (as he likes to be called) is focusing on the road, it’s easy for me to appraise his otherworldly features without seeming like a letch. The planes of his face, the pale skin, the gymnast’s build. Dressed in a white T-shirt with a red circle on it, gray chinos, and a dusty pair of Vans, a slight stubble scruffing up his square chin and a red plastic watch cinched to his left wrist, the actor who’s appeared in films as varied as 50/50, Inception, and this summer’s Batman sequel, The Dark Knight Rises, doesn’t look his age, which is 31.

We pull up to a nondescript campus dotted with the beige double-wide trailers that are synonymous with California’s overcrowded public-education system. “Here it is,” Joe says triumphantly. But it isn’t. This is an elementary school, not a high school, I say. “Interesting,” Joe replies, which is what I’m thinking, too.

Read the full interview with our August 2012 Cover Star here.

Sam Shepard Thinks Safe House Could Have Been Better

In a rare interview, Sam Shepard talked about his unpredictable film choices, his rejection of memoir-writing and web-browsing, and his work with the think tank at the Santa Fe Institute. The Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright also explained why he hasn’t written more screenplays, and why he’s never worked with that other great icon of American Westerns, Clint Eastwood.

GQ: Do you use the Internet at all?

Sam Shepard: No, I don’t have a computer. I don’t have an Internet, I don’t have the e-mail, I don’t have any of that shit. I do have a phone.

GQ: And your kids let you get away with not having e-mail? 

Sam Shepard: Oh, yeah. They just kind of laugh at me, like I fell off the horse a long time ago.

Benjamin Walker: Vampire Hunter

“Doing weird interpretations of American presidents” is how Benjamin Walker sums up his nascent career as we chug espressos at a café in New York City. The 30-year-old actor’s two biggest roles to date: reimagining our seventh president as an Indian-slaughtering emo rocker in the deeply irreverent Broadway musical Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson and currently playing our sixteenth in Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, the film version of Seth Grahame-Smith’s best-selling novel.

On The Cover This Month: Dave Franco

The last of our three April 2012 cover subjects, for our special inaugural Style Bible issue. Click here to read GQ associate editor Lauren Bans’s profile of the 21 Jump Street bad guy and kid brother of you-know-who. Below, a quick bit from the story:

Dave’s knack for douchebaggery troubles him deeply. “Oh man, I’ve stopped trying to analyze it, because it makes me upset,” the 26-year-old says. He bends over, placing his face into his palms, then pops up and presses his hands together in prayer. “Once I was complaining about it to someone, and they said, ‘It’s because you have an asshole face.’ I was like, 'Um, thank you. Thank you very much.’ ”

GQ June 2012: Michael Fassbender

If you know a lot about Michael Fassbender, you’re probably obsessed with him. If you know only a little about Michael Fassbender, it’s probably one thing in particular–that he’s well, ahem, represented in certain, ahem, places. What is it like simultaneously living with the mantle of being the next great actor of your generation and being reduced to a caricature of a single sex organ. GQ correspondent Chris Heath finds out in our cover story this month about the Irish actor and star of the upcoming Prometheus, Ridley Scott’s sort-of-prequel to Alien. Below, an excerpt. Click here for the full story. And here for more scorching photos of Fassbender from Mario Testino.

In the middle of the room is a mini Ping-Pong table, borrowed from his British agent, who lives nearby. “Now that it’s here,” says Fassbender, “it’s not going. This table has been the best contribution for fun I’ve had in a long time. This table has seen some action…” He pauses, laughs. “That sounds wrong.”

But has it? I say, gently pushing.

“Just the paddles,” he deflects, and of course he then realizes that this sounds wrong, too, in exactly the same way.

No matter. Just an inconsequential bit of innuendo. Except that right now, and ever since the release of Shame, I’m not sure that in the life of Michael Fassbender there is such a thing as an inconsequential bit of innuendo. For every person who actually saw the movie, and Fassbender’s monumental, unflinching portrayal of a man lost in the abyss of his unappeasable sexual appetite, there are dozens more who only know it as the movie in which he shows absolutely everything. And so, for the past few months Fassbender has been cast adrift in a shoreless ocean of innuendo. It has been relentless. He has been required to smile through endless hilarious penis-joke interviews. (Here’s a representative example, from the prime-time British boys-and-cars TV show Top Gear: “You had to do, let’s be honest, a full-frontal nude scene—was it hard?” Next, the pithy follow-up remark: “I mean, this was an impressive sausage….”) He has been required to grin appreciatively at playful public mockery from his peers. (Most notably, George Clooney’s speech at this year’s Golden Globes: “Michael, honestly, you can play golf…with your hands behind your back.”) And he has been required—this really happened—to identify a series of screen shots of famous penises in the movies. (Twice. Both times on MTV. The second time while standing on an awards-show red carpet.)

All of this he has done with apparent good humor, at least if you don’t try to read too much into his body language or the way his eyes shift or the flickering edges of his smile. Next to all that, what’s a gentle double entendre about sex on a very small Ping-Pong table? Go with it.

“Paddles,” he repeats. “And balls.”

And he grins, exactly as you would grin if you found this funny, though it’s easy to understand why he also says, “So it starts.”

On the Cover: Denzel Washington

GQ’s Michael Hainey sits down with two-time Oscar winner and box-office giant Denzel Washington to talk about his first jobs, how his father influenced him, and why he won’t question his mojo:

What is the first movie that you recall?

King Kong. The Wizard of Oz was a big one. I remember Caged, these women in prison. I liked that one. But I wasn’t a movie buff. Never thought about the movies. When I was in my teens, it was movies like Shaft or Superfly. I wanted to be like those guys. But I never thought about being an actor, ever. I wanted to be Jim Brown or Gale Sayers, not Sidney Poitier. When I started acting, there weren’t any big black movie stars. There was a little Billy Dee Williams and some Richard Pryor. That was it.

Are there any roles you’ve turned down that you regret?

Seven and Michael Clayton. With Clayton, it was the best material I had read in a long time, but I was nervous about a first-time director, and I was wrong. It happens.

Read the full interview with our October 2012 cover star here.

The GQ Summer Wedding Primer Starring Glee’s Darren Criss

If you’re like us, you will spend half your weekends this summer going to weddings. Advice: don’t wear the same thing to each one. Criss shows off eight looks for you to swipe. We at GQ Tumblr are especially partial to this one. And if you buy the iPad edition of our June 2011 issue (on sale next week!) Criss will reward your generous dollar-plunking by singing you a few songs as well.

[Photographs by Kai Z Feng]