Elizabeth Banks is a curious little number, for she has a tendency to appear on the red carpet and in magazine shoots looking like a very prim and proper lady. Then, one only needs to catch a glimpse of the bathtub scene in The 40-Year-Old Virgin to realize that Banks has a risque minx hiding inside of her. And it doesn’t stop there, for Banks has previously talked before with Esquire about the concept of “good naked vs. bad naked.” Now, Banks sits down again with the men’s magazine to promote her new movie, My Idiot Brother (which, sadly, debuted in sixth place over the weekend) and talk about, among other things, why she finds sex to be absolutely hilarious:
On Why Sex Is Funny: Well, it’s a fairly ridiculous act. I mean, let’s be honest: It’s a very primal thing that you’re doing and it involves, you know — it’s what they call bumping uglies, which sort of puts it in the right place. It’s a horrifyingly embarrassing act. It’s the most vulnerable you can be as a person, I think.
On The Appeal Of “The Hunger Games”: There’s no one thing. Just read the books. [Laughs] They’re very easy to read – I read all of them in like, hours – but they’re hard to summarize, because there’s a lot going on. Like “Game of Thrones.” I wanted to play this role. I asked to play this role. I wholeheartedly pursued it.
On How She Got Sucked Into Twitter: I accidentally got on Twitter because there was a fake Elizabeth Banks, twittering, and David Wain, who’s the director of Role Models and a good friend of mine, was staying at my house in L.A., twittering. I didn’t know anything about Twitter at the time, but he was following me, thinking it was me. And this person tweeted, “Hanging out by my pool! Just chilling on Saturday!” And David Wain was actually hanging out by my pool, on Saturday, and I wasn’t there. I was in New York or something. And so he was like, “Huh, I don’t think you’re Elizabeth Banks.” And this person broke down, and said, “No I’m not Elizabeth Banks. I started this because I’m a fan and now I have all these followers and I don’t know what to do.” David called me and said, “Do you want me to broker the password away from this guy and get your identity back on Twitter?” And he did! So, yeah: I got Twitter identity theft.
On Television Vs. Film Work: I love the finality of film. When you make a movie, you know the beginning, middle, and end. Television, one week you think you’re a single child from Alabama, and then they throw in your secret brother, your half-sister, your drunk mom. Like, on “30 Rock,” who knew I was gonna end up married to Kim Jong-un?
Banks is pretty correct about sex as a ridiculous act when you really think about the mechanics of it, right? As far as Twitter impersonations go, that particular problem was pretty widespread while the social media site started to become more popular, but I think “verified” accounts have helped cut down on a lot of the riff raff. Even Eli Roth had a Twitter faker at one point who was randomly (and comically) announcing bizarre movie-related developments that were obviously not true; but then Roth took over the account only to get “verified” before immediately commencing with the orgy of the Blueberries. As far as I’m aware, Banks has done nothing of the sort on Twitter, so girlfriend needs to step up her game to stay relevant! I’m only kidding, I think.
Back to the Esquire column at hand, however. As you can see the photos that accompany the piece are, well, pretty meh. This photoshoot contains absolutely none of the charm of Banks’ last Esquire shoot, which makes me wonder even more about the future of that magazine. To be perfectly blunt, Esquire is really falling down on the job lately with their photoshoots — they did a horrific job with the “Bradley Cooper and the Cougars” concept. Since Banks herself has recently declared that “Life’s too short to work with a–holes,” perhaps her people should push for photoshoots that are at least as interesting as her words, no?
Photos courtesy of Esquire