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I am hoping Jon Hamm will be wearing a concert T-shirt, reading a comic book, or eating a cupcake.
Maybe
in person he'll be a little nervous about being interviewed for the
cover story of a national magazine, emitting a Beavis laugh at
everything he says. I sincerely hope that he'll be nothing like the
Brylcreemed, three-piece suited, silent, confident character he plays
on
Mad Men—not only because I
have no idea what to say to that guy, but also because that kind of guy
makes me feel bad about myself. Every time I watch the show and see him
playing Don Draper, quietly bossing around the other people at his
1960s New York advertising firm, I look at my T-shirted, cupcake-eating
self and wonder how confused Darwin would be to see how man devolved so
quickly in half a century.
"I feel like I'm a late bloomer," David Duchovny is saying, which
sounds strange coming from a guy who has been wildly successful his
entire life.
Long before he and actress Téa Leoni, his wife of 11 years, built a
storybook existence with their kids in Malibu, before he won Golden
Globes for
Californication (his current cult-hit TV series) and
The X-Files
(his previous one), and before he shined as a student and athlete at
America's finest schools (Collegiate prep, Princeton undergrad, Yale
grad), Duchovny was by all accounts precocious to the nth degree. His
longtime collaborator, friend, and squash partner Chris Carter, who
created
The X-Files and directed the
X-Files
movie sequel that opens July 22, says, "I have a feeling David came out
of the womb asking for a basketball and a volume of Nietzsche."