Dreamy, blue-eyed James McAvoy is sitting on the couch, expounding on the importance of love, but even he knows when he should stop talking.
“I like stories that examine what it is to love, the nature of love, what love costs, what happens after love, what happens without love. I think we’re all obsessed with love. We all need it. We all need to talk about it a lot,” he says. “I mean if ‘Star Trek’’s about love then [sighs]. I’m talking utter sh-t. I’m so sorry.”
Who can blame him for the ramble, though, given that McAvoy has been on a whirlwind press tour to promote “The Last Station,” shooting back and forth between the coasts and his native Scotland like a really sexy pinball. Obviously fatigued, he says that giving all those interviews can have a negative effect on him.
“You become a dull person by talking about yourself so much,” he says. “You go home and people are like, ‘Hey man, how’re you doing?’ You go, ‘Yeah, I’m good. I’m really happy at the moment. I’m really excited to be here.’ And they’re like, ‘Why are you f—kin’ talking like that? I just asked you how you’re doing. You want a f—kin’ drink? Shut up.’”
