Jul
4
2013
Title: An Outlaw Looks at 50
Author: Brian Hiatt
Publication: Rolling Stones
Issue: July 4-18, 2013
SOMETIMES, MAYBE LATE AT NIGHT, ON LOCATION, AFTER HE’S PUT DOWN HIS guitar or closed one of the four or five books he’s reading or shut off the “trashiest television imaginable” (he’s & Honey Boo Boo man), Johnny Depp starts asking himself questions. He loves his job, has had a lot worse ones, and there’s been increasingly decent money in it – island-buying money recording-studio-in-your-house money, your-kids-and-grandkids-never-have-to-worry money. But. Is there something else you want to mess around with? Would it be good to just go somewhere and sit and think and write -not stories, necessarily, but just spew?
Today, back in his LA. office, on a break from shooting a sci-fi thing called Transcendence in Albuquerque, fresh from his daughter’s 14th-birthday party the night before, with his latest art-film-bonkers performance in a likely blockbuster (as a war-painted Tonto in The Lone Ranger) rumbling toward theaters, Depp is thinking, Maybe. “I’m lacking 50 right up the ass” he says, just a couple of weeks before the end of his forties, dragging on one of his fat, brown, proficiently self-rolled cigarettes. “I can’t say that I’d want to be doing this for another 10 years.”
Thoughts of retirement pop up “every day.” he says. But nothing is imminent. “I think while I’ve got the opportunity and the desire and the creative spark to do the things that I can do right now,
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