Hugh Grant arrived at the Dolby Theater, stood up to cheering fans and accepted selfie requests. Then he started the ritual of the red carpet. There he met model Ashley Graham, who was hosting the Oscar preview. Because I hear people say it was a miserable interview and that he behaved in a nasty way, I've looked it over and over again several times.
At the outset, the presenter asks him which film he would like to win. Grant replies that none in particular. Graham asks him another question: "What are you wearing today?". Grant tells him that he brought one. She believes that this answer gives rise to a re-question: “A dress of yours? Who did it to you? Shouldn't you have done it yourself?" Grant replies that the tailor made it.
Then Graham asks her what the experience of shooting Backstabs: The Glass Onion Mystery was like, and she confesses that she thought the film was amazing, great: "Was it fun to shoot a project like that? ?” The actor pretends not to know what to answer and finally says: "I hardly go out. I think I'm three seconds out there." Graham insists: "Yes, but you still show up and I'm sure you had a good time, didn't you?" Grant settles it with a terse “almost,” looks both ways, and when she dismisses him (“thanks a lot, it was great talking to you”), he raises his eyebrows and walks away.
Less handsome, Hugh Grant has been told everything. Loud, rude, arrogant, uncooperative. What should I do? There are many would-be journalists who resent it when interviewees don't respond with the clichés they'd like. Something similar happens with Albert Serra. We have reached a point where it seems that we have to accept that the supposed interviewers ask stupid questions and that the interviewees have no right to answer them in a way that exposes that stupidity.
