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Published: Wednesday May 28, 2014 MYT 12:00:00 AM
Updated: Wednesday May 28, 2014 MYT 9:54:01 AM

James McAvoy wants people to stop asking about his flirtation with priesthood

Plus a few other juicy confessions from the X-Men star.

THERE are really only two options to explain why X-Men star James McAvoy is so alert and chipper in New York: either he really is a mutated, further evolved form of a human being, or he’s an even better actor than his impressive list of roles over the last decade suggests.

Seriously, no normal human should be able to stand up straight and speak coherently after the two weeks he’s experienced – starting with his worldwide promotional duties for the blockbuster comic book sequel and a film at Cannes. Now, he’s mixing in some promotion for the well-timed release of his Irvine Welsh adaptation, Filth, and it’s possible that he’s spent more time in the air than on the ground.

“I started in London,” said McAvoy, taking a deep breath as he began reciting his itinerary. “Then I came to New York, did seven days in New York. Then went back to London, did two days in London, then did two days in Brazil, then did 24 hours in Cannes and now I’m doing four more days in New York.” The secret to staying awake, he says, is literally running away from his exhaustion.

“I’ve started running, as soon as I get to the hotel, right off the plane,” he said. “Get some daylight and get running, and it’s really sort of helped me out. I think 50% of jet lag is psychological. By going out and doing something, you tell that psychological part of jet lag to go away.

He’s not a regular athlete – “I don’t really exercise, except for playing football – er, soccer – with my pals,” he admitted – but we’ll leave mutant suspicions for another day, because he will at least cop to being a smidge bit tired thanks to a night of partying after a special screening of Filth.

Unfortunately, he has little control over the minds of other people – he is, after all, not actually Charles Xavier – and so during this globetrotting tour of press appearances, he’s had to answer quite a few questions over and over again.

The most frequent: “Is it true that when you were 16 you thought about becoming a Catholic priest?’

I get that all the time,” he said, with a grumble somehow that emanated from his smile.

“And yeah, it was true, like briefly. But it’s like something I mentioned in an interview when I was like 24, and every time I do an interview, they’re like, ‘Is it true that you thought about becoming a Catholic priest?’ And you’re like, ‘Yeah, you know it is because you read it in an interview!’”

It’s almost discouraging to hear, because it’s likely that just about every journalist who asked the question thought they had dug up something that would make their interview unique from the 4,000 others McAvoy has been doing.

Reporters that ask the other most frequent question are less deserving of sympathy.

“And then I get, ‘If you could have any kind of superpower, but not the one you have in the movie, what would it be?’” McAvoy said.

“And you keep wanting to come up with a different thing, because you get bored, but you’re like, that’s not true, I know the one thing I want.”

So, why doesn’t he just lie? “Some actors do that and I respect them for it, but I can’t do it,” he says, sighing. “It’s not my way.”

Luckily, the true stories are generally interesting enough, especially when talking about his experience shooting Filth.

McAvoy spent two months abusing himself while playing a corrupt cop experiencing psychotic episodes while teetering toward a full-blown mental breakdown.

“I ate a lot and drank a lot,” he said, noting whiskey as his toxic liquid of choice. “It just helped me feel bad in a way, and it’s one of those things where no matter how badly you slept, how sick you feel with flu, no matter how much you drank the night before and how bad your hangover is, it’s good, because it’s exactly the condition you’re meant to be in. So it was just free reign to abuse oneself.”

McAvoy, as Bruce Robertson, is striving hard for a promotion to detective inspector, and will leave no rival (including cops played by Jamie Bell and Imogen Poots) un-manipulated in the quest. But he’s hardly in a position to pull off his schemes successfully, with his mind filled with mourning for the wife that left him and self-loathing for the horrendous man he’s become.

It’s ironic that he’s seen as playing against type in this role; he quite often finds himself playing a rich British man, but he actually grew up in very working class projects in Scotland.

“People thought I was some kind of posh guy,” he said, laughing. (Director Jon Baird later said that he hadn’t even initially considered McAvoy for the role of Robertson, as he was under the same assumption).

“I speak kind of well, I suppose and all that, and my accent has changed a hell of a lot over the last, I don’t know how many years it’s been since I’ve moved, 14 years or whatever. It’s still Scottish, but it’s just chilled out a lot.” Modulating his voice was a matter of survival in the industry – and getting annoyed at always having to repeat himself.

“Basically you just get tired of people going, ‘Pardon me? What did you say?’ Even in England, people would just go, ‘What? What did he say?’” he remembered, laughing ruefully.

“That was the first four or five years of my experience, people going, ‘Dude you talk too fast, I don’t understand what you’re saying.’ I understand even now people have problems with it. But my true accent is thicker.”

At the end of the week, he heads back home to London, where he’ll get some well-earned relaxation time – after he participates in a charity soccer match, of course. The running really helps. — Reuters

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