Jamie Dornan is Afraid 'Fifty Shades of Grey' Will Literally be the Death of Him
As handsome as he is, it looks like Jamie Dornan got into the wrong profession. As the cover star for the February issue of Details, the Fifty Shades of Grey actor gave a bizarre interview that reveals some troubling paranoia. Jamie Dornan is afraid of being labeled a sex symbol, and of literally getting shot to death by a crazed fan. "I almost don't want to put this out there into the ether, but I fear I'll get murdered, like John Lennon, by one of those mad fans at the premiere," he said.
All right buddy, slow your roll. If he had such reservations about being turned into a sex symbol, why sign on for a movie that is literally about him being a sex symbol? He doesn't seem like a dumb dude, but shouldn't he have seen that one coming? Also, it's pretty irritating when beautiful people play coy and act like they're plain Janes, or plain Jamies. Dornan said,
When I think of sex symbols, I think of posters my two sisters had on their bedroom walls. What was he called? Luke Perry? Even then, the label was more definitive. There are so f--king many young actors in that bracket now that it's a bit of a hollow crown. You'd be hard-pressed to find an actor who isn't a sex symbol somewhere.
No need to be so mad, Christian Grey! A hollow crown is still a crown! You're awfully jaded for someone whose career is about to blow up.
But the most curious part of the interview was Dornan's troubling fear that Fifty Shades of Grey will be the death of him. Of his fear of getting shot like John Lennon, he said,
A lot of people are very angry that I'm playing this character. And I'm a father now, and a husband. I don't want to die yet. And when I do get murdered, people will say, "God, isn't it haunting how he did that interview in Details magazine and predicted his own death on the red carpet?"
A little cocky to be comparing yourself to a Beatle, no? I wouldn't worry about getting murked on the red carpet. For every angry fan there will probably be ten adoring and screaming ones — and, I assume, a distinct lack of murderers.