Ah, the drama of being a teenager without your own car. Not only are you dependent on your parents for transportation, but those prying questions of “where are you going?” and “who will you be with?” are nearly unavoidable.
So in this exclusive deleted scene from “Men, Women and Children,” you can totally, totally feel Tim’s (Ansel Elgort) pain. See, he just wants to go on a date with Brandy (Kaitlyn Dever), but his dad (Dean Norris) has other plans. Namely, a date of his own.
Their relationship is already strained — dad doesn’t get why Tim would rather play video games than football — and, unfortunately for Tim, his father literally holds the keys.
Check out the deleted scene between Elgort and Norris below, with a special intro from Elgort and Dever beforehand.
“Men, Women and Children” is available on VOD and Digital HD today.
I have added high quality photos of Ansel atteding the Z100’s Jingle Ball 2014 on December 12th to the gallery!
I have added HQ photos of Ansel attending the 21st Annual Screen Actors Guild Award Nominations And Holiday Auction Display on December 10th to the gallery.
I have added photos of Ansel attending the 2014 GQ Men Of The Year Party yesterday, December 4th to the gallery! Thanks to Mouza for some of the photos!
Ansel Elgort attended the 2014 American Music Awards last night, November 23rd! I have added photos of him on the red carpet, backstage and in the audience, and during the show to the gallery! You can also watch a video of him doing an interview on the red carpet and presenting Charlie XCX below!
This year Ansel Elgort grew up. He starred in two hit films, “Divergent” and “The Fault in Our Stars,” he was named one of our Men of the Year, and, most importantly, he moved out of his parents’ house. Find out what else rocked the actor’s world in 2014
A year ago, he was a teenager—a city kid with no interest in college but a thing for acting and EDM. Two enormous movies later (Divergent and The Fault in Our Stars) and Ansel Elgort is suddenly enjoying a rush of mega-popularity that guarantees one thing: By this time next year, you’ll have trouble remembering the day you didn’t know his name
Here in Amsterdam, the third week of October marks several totally cool occasions for Ansel Elgort. It is, for example, one year to the day since he and the cast of his fame-making movie, The Fault in Our Stars, wrapped production in the Dutch capital—a moment that signaled an end to his old life and the onset of the very public existence he’d spend the rest of this year growing into. The week that I find him back in Amsterdam, he’s here not as a newly anointed Hollywood sensation but as his side-hustle persona, Ansølo, an electronic musician playing a big-time music festival. Last year, he was fanning out in the crowd; this year, he’s opening for some of his heroes, and his name is on the flyer.
More telling evidence of the difference between this year and last can be found at the canalside bench here in town where Ansel’s high-charm cancer-surviving character in The Fault in Our Stars broke some very rough news to Shailene Woodley. Today the spot is a pilgrimage site for young fans—the sort of thing that might’ve happened in 1997 at the bow of the Titanic, had it not been built on a soundstage. That’s actually a useful analogue: The Fault in Our Stars has done for Ansel what Titanic did for an early-twenties Leonardo DiCaprio, vaulting him to a measure of un-obscurity that’s difficult to comprehend if you don’t have a teenage niece or follow his social-media feeds.
While the inconveniences that attend this kind of fame are familiar—a teen-throb like Ansel, for example, has to enter and exit through the kitchens of hotels, anticipate mobs of young women prowling locations from which he just posted Instagrams, and avoid certain neighborhoods in his hometown, New York (the ones with schools and tourists)—not every actor chooses to handle that fame the same way. Ansel seems to regard his new normal as a seasoned swimmer does a riptide. Fight it and it’ll wear you down until you drown. But go with the flow (or rather, take lots of pictures and be the nicest guy ever) and the universe will respect your chillness.
By way of a place-specific example, here’s something that happened in Amsterdam earlier this week. Ansel meets a girl, and they make a plan to grab waffles. By the time they’re done eating, a mob of fans and photographers has gathered out front. Ansel’s idea is to head outside and take pictures with every last fan and then ask them to disperse. It’s become his standing operating procedure, and it works today, too. He and the girl hop in a cab, but after a block or two, Ansel notices a photographer following them: “I’m pretty good with faces, and I recognize him from last year, when he was hanging around the filming of The Fault in Our Stars. And so I ask the driver to pull over, and I get out of the car and go up to the guy and say, ‘Hey, man, how have you been? Listen, I know you have a job to do, but I’m with this girl, and we’re on this date, and we’re just trying to go to some park to hang out some more, and I don’t think we’re gonna be able to do that if you follow us.’ I was basically saying, Can you find it in your heart not to cockblock me? And you know what? He got on his scooter and turned around.”