Monday morning in the hills above Hollywood. We're in Pine's sauna, a cube of wood and glass near the edge of his property. Pine—lightly bearded, shock of graying hair, wearing only orange board shorts—is perusing little bottles, dripping essential oils into a waist-high chimney topped with hissing hot stones, fine-tuning the vibe. "I love any sort of ritual," he says. "I can even get into a Catholic Mass because I like the aesthetic. And a sauna is a whole ritual. It's about gifting yourself a period where there's nothing to do other than to purify, to release, to cleanse, to start again." When he's alone in the sauna, Pine will stretch or listen to a podcast, but because I'm here, we talk about his last big moment out in the world: the seemingly quite nutso Don't Worry Darling press tour, consumed soap-operatically by a diversion-craving populace when the film premiered in Venice last September. |
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