“No, I vill not vash your Verrari. And stop lookzing zat my tits.”
Seen here going completely method for Captain America, Hugo Weaving gave an awesomely candid interview with Collider this week where he talks about not really being creatively invested in Transformers and was honestly just surprised at making a ridiculous amount of money just to walk into a room and say a bunch of lines for two hours:
That’s a weird job for me because it honestly was a two-hour voice job, initially. I was doing a play and I actually didn’t have time, anyway. It was one of the only things I’ve ever done where I had no knowledge of it, I didn’t care about it, I didn’t think about it. They wanted me to do it. In one way, I regret that bit. I don’t regret doing it, but I very rarely do something if it’s meaningless. It was meaningless to me, honestly. I don’t mean that in any nasty way. I did it. It was a two-hour voice job, while I was doing other things. Of course, it’s a massive film that’s made masses of money. I just happened to be the voice of one of the iconic villainous characters. But, my link to that and to Michael Bay is so minimal. I have never met him. I was never on set. I’ve seen his face on Skype. I know nothing about him, really. I just went in and did it. I never read the script. I just have my lines, and I don’t know what they mean. That sounds absolutely pathetic! I’ve never done anything like that, in my life. It’s hard to say any more about it than that, really.
Considering both Shia LaBeouf and Megan Fox have shat on the franchise, it probably shouldn’t be a surprise that Michael Bay took time away from making an entire Hooters wait staff simonize his Porsche to throw a hissy fit on his blog:
Do you ever get sick of actors that make $15 million a picture, or even $200,000 for voiceover work that took a brisk one hour and 43 minutes to complete, and then complain about their jobs? With all the problems facing our world today, do these grumbling thespians really think people reading the news actually care about trivial complaints that their job wasn’t “artistic enough” or “fulfilling enough”? I guess The Hollywood Reporter thinks so.
What happened to people who had integrity, who did a job, got paid for their hard work, and just smiled afterward? Be happy you even have a job – let alone a job that pays you more than 98% of the people in America.
I have a wonderful idea for all those whiners: They can give their “unhappy job money” to a wonderful Elephant Rescue. It’s the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust in Africa. I will match the funds they donate.
“Dude, fuck all these actors who don’t give a shit that there people are out there who can’t even find work. It’s called unemployment, bro, Google it. Now let’s make a difference by giving a bunch money to elephants.” – What Michael Bay literally just proposed.
But, seriously, if Michael Bay wants to Internet with the big dawgs, he would’ve taken the time to find out that Hugo Weaving has epilepsy and said something like, “I dunno, the whole thing sounds shaky to me.” Which is exactly what I would’ve done, before leaning back in my chair and putting my hands behind my head as the money rolls in. This ain’t yo’ mama’s house, Splosion Man.