Girl Most Likely To
It’s really not a matter of debate anymore: Anne Curtis is a star, possibly one of the few in her generation who can lay claim to the title. Actually, it’s hard to imagine her as anything else, having achieved a level of celebrity that’s resisted the fluctuations of the industry. But, as Nick Azarcon, guitar player for Sino Sikat? finds out, the girl’s willing to chuck it all in and be anonymous if it suits her.
“Be creative.”
The proverbial God’s edict. That was the last thing my editor told me. This was supposed to be a character piece on Anne Curtis, but seeing as we were pressed for time and she’d been pretty much written about in every magazine . . . what else was there? Maybe if she agreed, she could watch one of my gigs and then hang out with the band, let me get to know her a bit better. No time, just absolutely no time.
“Hey man, I’m doing this interview with Anne . . . what would you ask her?” I talked to friends on the phone, YM-ed them, texted, anything . . . just to get a good angle from which to start the interview.
Every question I got, even from the girls, would only be fit to print on Hustler, I shit you not.
“No, I can’t ask her that!”
Before writing this, I listened to the tape recording of the interview, and I inadvertently left the recorder on when I excused myself to get some coffee. On tape, Anne was saying, “Oh my gosh! I’ve never been asked these questions before!”
“You don’t have to answer them,” somebody tells her.
Needless to say, the questions I came up with were, ahem, a bit off-kilter, but I did brief her, showing them first before launching into the interview and apologizing profusely during the course of our session. I knew this was going to be a disaster.
“But why are they mostly about sex?” she asked me. “These are really odd questions. I wouldn’t have anything appropriate to say, or even anything to make them sound funny. It’s just not me.”
I explained to her that they weren’t exactly about sex, they were situationers; I wanted to find out how she would react to certain situations and get an insight into her thought process.
Why the sex angle? Heck, I’m a guy—what can I say?
She did laugh at the questions—as did everyone in the room—but found them weird.
I didn’t get slapped in the face but, boy, I felt so stupid after listening to the tape.
Nick Azarcon: You’re about to do it but, for some reason, you have to watch a Jack Black movie while in the act. You have two choices: Nacho Libre or School of Rock. Which would you choose?
Anne Curtis: Let’s just say . . . I’m not gonna do it. Nothing like that. But between Nacho Libre or School of Rock, I’d pick Nacho Libre.
She said she loved the movie, and I thought that was the better choice. At some point in the interview, she told me she was not the kind of person to answer these questions, and I believed her. (The irony of it all is that with all her ads and photo spreads ranging from the classy to the racy, she really can’t blame people for asking her these sorts of questions.)
I had a track in my iTunes of “Encarnacion,” the song Jack Black sings before he gets into the ring to fight Ramses, the champion luchador, and she giggled in her seat listening to it.
“Paris,” she answers when I ask her to name her favorite travel destination to go to incognito. “I went there all by myself.”
“I don’t know what people are going to think when they see this,” I heard her say when her photos were being taken in the adjoining room later on. “I don’t want to go too far, just enough so it’s not skanky.”
I asked her what the deal was with photo shoots and house music and dirty rap. At some point somebody played a rap song entitled “69,” and I just couldn’t get it. She told me they were playing indie music before I came, which is what she really listens to, but that very few people appreciated it. I told her it was like jazz, an acquired taste, and she agreed.
Anne’s short list of music icludes Mazzy Star, Postal Service, Modest Mouse, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Belle and Sebastian, Bloc Party . . .
NA: You’re suddenly in love with two men, but you have to choose only one of them. Which do you choose: Soxy Topacio or Jon Lapus?
AC: I know them both, but I think I’ll go with Jon Lapus. I’m closer to him.
NA: You’re bisexual and there are two people you fall in love with in your life, but you have to choose only one of them. Which one do you choose—the guapo or the beautiful hermaphrodite?
AC: I think I’d go with the guapo hermy. At least we’ll have cute kids.
NA: Yeah, just weird ones. Besides, I think it would be weirder if you went with the girly one.
“Oh yeah, I love Jeff Buckley. I have two of his tracks in my Ipod, ‘Hallelujah’ and ‘Last Goodbye.’ Didn’t he kill himself or something?”
AC: Yeah.
“Jeff Buckley?” I offered. “Oh yeah, I love Jeff Buckley. I have two of his tracks in my iPod, ‘Hallelujah’ and ‘Last Goodbye.’ Didn’t he kill himself or something?” I told her I thought so too, but a bit of research revealed that he just drowned in the Mississippi during a nighttime swim. Dumbass genius.
“You know Joseph Arthur?” she asked. I said no. She squealed when she said the name again. “If you like Jeff Buckley, you’re going to love Joseph Arthur. I got his CD in the States, I don’t think it’s available here. Check out his song ‘In the Sun.’”
Joseph Arthur is a contemporary John Lennon and is as indie as they get. Great song. Anne Curtis has good taste, ladies and gentlemen.
