Great new interview in SHARP magazine:
Youāre Afraid of Tom Hardy Because Youāre Afraid of Manhood
Tom Hardy is sitting in his wifeās rocking chair, talking about his work.
Itās furniture that she will be using a lot in the near future to feed and console their impending baby. But, since the kid hasnāt come yet, Hardyās there, rocking beside his dog. Maybe the dog is in his lap. Heās calling from England, so I canāt get a clear visual. The point is: thereās a dog. With Tom Hardy, there is always a dog. Itās pop culture scripture at this point, like Michael Jackson and sequined gloves or Johnny Depp and odd hats. Tom Hardy likes dogs.
And dogs like him. Know why? Because, as manās best friend, dogs recognize that Tom Hardy is someone to latch on to. Basically, Tom Hardy is the Ideal Man. And so, the logic is, the better the man, the better the friend. Dogs sense this kind of thing instinctively. And, while we might not be as good at it as they are, nor as open about it, other men sense this kind of thing, too. Thereās something about Hardy that pulls us in, magnetic, but in a decisively un-showy way. Frankly, itās hard to put your finger on how we reach this conclusion, but some animal part of our brains seems to have decided that Hardy is everything men want to be. Yeah, that line gets thrown around a lot with male actors, but thatās more about an actorās persona, or the characters they play. As elusive as Hardy can be, there is just something Ć¼bermensch-y about him.
Yes, itās a hyperbolic statement, which could easily come off as fawning ā something that, ironically, Tom Hardy would never be ā and thus, requires some study to back it up. Thatās what weāll be doing here.
It should be said: Hardy would almost certainly disagree with this assessment. While heās rocking, heās telling me about the IKEA furniture he had to build recently. And how it was impossible. āItās like a massive bowl of spaghetti. Itās great at first, but then it keeps going and going, and youāre sure it was light out when you started eating it,ā he says. āYou start out all positive. But then my wife has to come in and finish it.ā The furniture, he means, not the metaphorical pasta.
Which reminds him: āMonkey?ā he calls to his wife, āAm I good at anything manly?ā
āYouāre a good protector,ā she says. āI always feel safe with you.ā
āThere you go,ā he says, mock-triumphantly, āIām a protector.ā
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