RACHEL McA­DAMS

GOES BADASS IN TRUE DE­TEC­TIVE

Marie Claire (South Africa) - - FRONT PAGE -

RACHEL McA­DAMS SHOWS up for our in­ter­view in an elec­tric car the size of a toaster. We’re up in LA’s Fry­man Canyon on a breezy spring morn­ing, and she is wear­ing a ma­roon hoodie, no-name sun­glasses, span­dex leg­gings and a base­ball cap. Her hair is 10cm of black roots with bleached-out surf-rat frizz at the ends. Her make-up is slim to none. If any­one has ever won­dered what the op­po­site of a movie star en­trance looks like, it’s safe to say this is it.

‘I hope this doesn’t seem too weird,’ says Rachel of her plan for us to hike the canyon, lay­ing on a smile that could melt steel. You know the one – that dim­pled, play­ful, twinkly eyed num­ber that made the world (not to men­tion Ryan Gosling) fall in love with her in 2004’s The Notebook; the one that af­ter­ward had ev­ery­body in Hol­ly­wood pro­claim­ing that she was the next Ju­lia Roberts.

‘What I love is drop­ping into some­one else’s life and ex­plor­ing it,’ she says as we walk along the canyon, the blue sky bil­low­ing above us like a para­chute. She’s in town from Toronto, shoot­ing sea­son two of HBO’s hit gothic crime drama True De­tec­tive with Colin Far­rell and Vince Vaughn, which she de­scribes as ‘the job of a life­time’.

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