Oscar buzz is swirling once again for Joaquin Phoenix for his performance in Her (if he gets nominated it will be his fourth time). “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie and been, like, ‘That was fucking amazing — was he nominated for that?’ ” Joaquin says. “Maybe we should just do the awards 20 years later and then you can actually tell if something’s any good.” After I’m Still Here it looked like Joaquin’s career was over but then Paul Thomas Anderson saved Joaquin by taking a chance and putting him in The Master. Philip Seymour Hoffman was cast first; he urged Anderson to hire Phoenix because he “scares me.” Phoenix lived up to both of his reputations: the madman and the artist. He took the awards circuit as seriously as ever, which is to say not at all. When the Los Angeles Film Critics Association presented him with the Best Actor plaque, he wisecracked, “I’m assuming that the Los Angeles film critics were banned from seeing Lincoln.” When Meryl Streep called his name among the Academy Award nominees, Phoenix looked at his lap, shook his head and continued chewing his gum. It looked rude, but the Oscars had attacked first: In his show-opening number, Seth MacFarlane crooned, “There’s Joaquin in his threads, hope he’s on his meds.” Anderson didn’t mind. “Listen, God, how mad can you be at an actor that’s that good at his job and that bad at promoting your film?” he insisted to Time Out London. “I want my movie stars to be dangerous, annoyed and incapable of taking horseshit. I prefer them that way.”
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