Bless Daniel Radcliffe. He keeps on trying to be a serious thespian and we’re all just sticking our fingers in our ears and yelling ‘You’re a wizard, Harry’.
Props to him for even continuing to go after acting roles. Most people would be happy spending the rest of their days doing the doggy paddle in a pool filled with Dom Perignon, surrounded by a harem of scantily clad supermodels.
His newest role is in the the movie Horns and unlike previous jobs, it doesn’t involve any part of his anatomy entering a horse. OK, so maybe there needs to be a slight change to the title of this post – Daniel Radcliffe will never be anything other than Harry Potter and That Guy Who Got His Wang Out On Stage To Ride A Horse.
Horns, to cut it down to a sentence, is about a guy who wakes up next to his dead girlfriend and finds that he has a rather fetching pair of devil horns suddenly sprouting from his noggin. Which coincidentally, is also the plot to The Hangover IV.
The film showed for the first time at the Toronto Film Festival to stellar reviews and judging by the above clip, a lot of people were impressed by his American accent. Now that he’s shown he’s capable of talking like they do across the pond, he should be offered a part on The Walking Dead within the week.
The trouble is, it doesn’t matter how moving or complex Dan plays this or any future roles, he will forever be doomed to red carpet reporters asking if he’d ever consider picking up his wand for a ninth Harry Potter film. Which is perfectly fine, because the rest of us are forever doomed to our dreams being repeatedly shattered when he angrily shakes his head and huffs away to don some PVC underwear, or whatever child stars are doing these days to prove that they’re grown up.
Maybe it’s time he stopped running from Harry and the Wizarding World. Maybe he should permanently tattoo a lightning bolt on his forehead, get a pair of round glasses, and charge people a metric shit ton of money to have the Chosen One open their supermarket, or take their daughter to prom, or officiate their wedding.
If you’re going to be stuck with a nickname, then ‘The Boy Who Lived’ is much better than ‘That Kid That Waved His Dick At A Horse‘