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This strikes the interviewer as profound, though he could just be looking for a profound angle on Paul Dano to finish this story with. Then again, if Paul Dano were wrong, the interviewer wouldn’t be suppressing an urge to stand on his chair and start screaming at Paul Dano a list of grievances against this entire publicity process that forces both parties to promote something neither, it appears, are too interested in at the moment, at least not compared to their interest in sleep. Paul Dano is right about the kinds of all-too-common men occupying their 20s at the moment. Paul Dano is, at the very least, right about one other person in the room. Paul Dano is asked what he makes of this revelation, of pain, of pressure, of being in your 20s and maybe wanting to scream out—or do something, anything—more often than not.
Cross promotion, natch. But every time you click on this article, a Paul Dano somewhere is fed.
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yourpalmal reblogged this from youngmanhattanite and added:
interviewer as profound, though he could just be looking for a profound angle on Paul Dano to finish this story with....
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youngmanhattanite reblogged this from fek and added:
Cross promotion, natch. But every time you click on this article, a Paul Dano somewhere is fed.
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