From the sociopathic, hollowed-out scavenger of Nightcrawler to the desperate, bulked-up brawler in this month’s Southpaw, Jake Gyllenhaal has pushed his body and psyche to the brink, cementing his status as an Oscar front-runner and Hollywood’s most dangerous man.
“Do you actually want to know how many sit-ups I did?” Jake Gyllenhaal asks me. “Are you easing me into the question?”
We’re halfway through dinner at Gracias Madre, a vegan Mexican restaurant in Los Angeles—though neither of us is vegan—and there have been a few interruptions. A table of young women next to us has grown progressively louder throughout the evening, either because of successive margaritas or, more likely, because of proximity to the A-lister.
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