Well, that got awkward.
While Kristen Stewart and Jesse Eisenberg were promoting their new movie, American Ultra, Stewart had a little fun at her costars expense. The pair were tasked with interviewing each other about their roles, but something was a little off about the questions Eisenberg received.
Instead of "normal" interview questions, Stewart asked Eisenberg the questions she would normally receive. You know, sexist questions about fashion and pregnancy.
Eisenberg, in his normal fashion, got really uncomfortable. It seems like he was probably in on the joke, but it was still fun to watch him squirm.
Good job, Kristen! It seems like a little interview payback was in order...
You know that old saying, "The government brainwashed assassin is always the one you least suspect."
These are not only great words by which to live, but also the plot of the summer movie starring Kristen Stewart and Jessie Eisenberg American Ultra. Eisenberg plays the unlikely killer as he comes under attack. But all he wants to do is get back to his girlfriend, Stewart, and propose to her.
What's a brainwashed stoner to do!?
Stewart and Eisenberg last worked together on the critically acclaimed movie Adventureland, which also featured its fair share of drug use.
Kristen Stewart recently provided a poem she wrote during an interview with Marie Clair. Before reading it for her interviewer, the actress reportedly said something very Stewartian — "Oh, my God, it's so embarrassing. I can't believe I'm doing this" — but she also seems to be pretty proud of her poetic endeavors: "I don't want to sound so fucking utterly pretentious … but after I write something, I go, 'Holy f—, that's crazy,'" she tells the magazine.
My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole
I reared digital moonlight
You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills
…I'll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.
And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.
One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
He's speaking in tongues all along the pan handle
And this pining erosion is getting dust in
And I'm drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
Salutes mine …