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A Guided Tour of Evan Rachel Wood: A Woman We Love
By Julian Sancton
Evan Rachel Wood is twenty-three years old, in fine health, as radiant as her pallor will allow, and newly coiffed like Veronica Lake. She says she doesn’t do drugs, recently quit smoking, and doesn’t drink much. But here on a sunny day in a bar in downtown Manhattan she’d really like to talk about her death. She’s already written a will, she says. And she’s made plans to have her ashes dispersed across the world, including in her native Raleigh — in a field next to the theater run by her father — and Paris’s Luxembourg Gardens, which she used to visit with her onetime boyfriend, the actor Jamie Bell. The song playing at her funeral will be Pink Floyd’s “Shine On You Crazy Diamond.”
She’s consecrated both the Floyd song and the ex-boyfriend in ink, as tattoos: a diamond on her right ankle and a “J” on her left ankle. She has nine tattoos in total. But you can’t see them during her extended, haunting nude scene in HBO’s Mildred Pierce; they’re covered in makeup. It wouldn’t have made narrative sense for her character — a borderline-sociopathic opera singer in the thirties — to have a Shel Silverstein drawing of a candle on her back. Or the word unless, from Dr. Seuss’s The Lorax, on her ribs. (The Edgar Allan Poe verse on her back just below her neck was chronologically plausible but covered up anyway.)
Wood must realize she has a reputation, and not merely for being among the most gifted actresses of her generation. “I don’t know!” she says, laughing. “I’m constantly changing, I’m constantly growing. I think I’m a little controversial? … I just try and keep some mystery, so hopefully people can’t really put their finger on it.”
It might be the tattoos. It might be her on-again, off-again, now-off relationship with Marilyn Manson. It might be her filmography — from Thirteen to The Wrestler to Mildred Pierce — which amounts to one long crisis of adolescence. Watch any of her films, including Robert Redford’s historical drama, The Conspirator (out now): They’re all master classes in the art of crying. She dismisses this skill as “part of the job description,” like a basketball player’s ability to sink free throws. When shooting The Life Before Her Eyes, her director once dared her to shed a single tear out of a single eye as soon as he called “Action.” She obliged, on cue. A half-court buzzer-beater.
“I was a teenager in Hollywood with a divorced family — there’s gonna be pain there,” she says. “I’ve got plenty to draw from.”
Halfway between Louis Jordan and Björk in the bar’s post-brunch playlist, “Oh! You Pretty Things” comes on. Don’t you know you’re driving your mamas and papas insane… . “I love this song,” she says. “I grew up in love with David Bowie.” (She has a tattoo on her upper thigh to prove it, a heart with an Aladdin Sane lightning bolt.) “So I was always into very androgynous things. Guys, girls … I’m into androgyny in general.” She says this helps explain the appeal of her ex Marilyn Manson.
“I think one of the things that freaked people out so much is that we looked so different.” True, that was part of it. But it was more than that. If Evan Rachel Wood represents America’s rebellious teenage daughter, Manson represents the forty-year-old goth in a band down the road she would date just to spite us. They broke off their engagement in August. The inevitable residual tattoos: Behind her right ear, the number “15,” a significant one for the two of them. Behind her left, something that looks like a heart combined with an infinity symbol. “You know, ‘Forever Love,’ ” she explains. “Whatever.”
The end of Wood’s cinematic adolescence will be marked by her first adult role, in George Clooney’s upcoming political film, The Ides of March, due out in the fall. It will also be marked by a move to New York City. She says she’s feeling free and genuinely happy these days. “I’m up for anything. Meet a nice guy, meet a nice girl…”
This is the third such hint in the conversation, after that androgyny comment and saying she’d “marry” her Mildred Pierce costar Kate Winslet if she could.
You date women?
“Yes,” she says proudly, as if she was waiting to be asked.
Do you look for different things in men than in women?
“Yeah, I’m more kind of like the guy when it comes to girls. I’m the dominant one.” It’s with women, she says, that her inner North Carolina gentleman comes out: “I’m opening the doors, I’m buying dinner. Yeah, I’m romantic.”
If you’ve been keeping count, there’s one tattoo left. It’s on the inside of her lip. She says, “No one gets to see it or know what it says.” It’s hard not to imagine what form the concentrated essence of Evan Rachel Wood might take. Is it a song lyric? A doodle? Some Manson-related thing? Her last will and testament? All she’ll say is that it’s there. Which is all you need to know.