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There’s a roar beyond the grandstands—something atavistic, something mean and mad and on the prowl. Those of us standing on the pit wall of Abu Dhabi’s Yas Marina Circuit snap our heads expectantly in the direction of the sound, holding our collective breath for a T-Rex to emerge, or for Brad Pitt’s F1 car to come screaming down the start-finish straight.

Whaaaa! There it is, sliding around the track’s final turn and onto the stretch. And in three…two…one, Pitt’s car rockets by with the speed and power of a fighter jet, belching flames out of its tail as it thunders through turn one and disappears from view.

Our hair blown back, I hear someone say, “I will never get sick of that sound.”

For those wondering: Yes, Brad Pitt is really driving the car in this movie. In fact, Brad Pitt and Damson Idris really driving the car has become, in some ways, the point of the movie—or at least the emotional nucleus during production.

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Total Film

Exclusive: Jon Watts speaks to Total Film (September issue) about handcrafting Wolfs for his two leads.

Brad Pitt and George Clooney are two lone wolf professional fixers whose worlds collide when they’re suddenly tasked with disposing of the same body. As one-sentence pitches go, there’s plenty in Wolfs to catch your attention. Thankfully for director Jon Watts, there was a similar response when pitching the movie to his two big-name leads.

“‘What if Michael Clayton got stuck with another Michael Clayton?” And [George] was like, ‘I get it. Let’s do it,'” Watts tells Total Film in our new issue out on Thursday, August 15, which features Beetlejuice Beetlejuice on the cover.

Having envisaged the duo in the leading roles since the beginning, he wrote the script after his successful pitch, tailoring the characters to the stars. “I will say when I gave them the script, I didn’t specify who would play who. I let them figure that out on their own!” Watts said.

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GQ

It is the laugh you hear first. Heh heh heh heh heh. Unhurried. Like he’s got all the time in the world to do it. Some of the buildings here at Château Miraval, where Brad Pitt is just now tumbling out from wherever he spent the night, cup of coffee in hand, are nearly 200 years old, and the laugh rings off the stonework: heh heh heh heh heh. It rings through the terraces of olive trees. It ruffles the stone pots of lavender and rosemary. It sends the literal butterflies alighting on literal pink blossoms into the air, up towards the Provençal sky, which is the same soft blue as it was when Matisse painted it. It echoes off the lake and the vineyards and the ancient chapel and the black Mercedes convertible, top down, that is now arriving, with George Clooney at the wheel. Black sunglasses. Black polo. Loafers. When he sees Pitt, he yells: Brother! And then you hear the laugh again: heh heh heh heh heh.

Read more. GQ – The September issue (US, France, UK).


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