Portia Doubleday

by Eleni Solomou

Karma's a Rich Bitch and Cliques Are Cliché.
TRUTH

I have wanted to see Portia Doubleday—and every other girl who has ever made out with the je ne sais quoi hot Michael Cera—covered in blood since 2009, when Youth in Revolt was released.

DARE

I confess that to her.

And you know what? She laughs. Loudly and wholeheartedly and she tells me that she loves it. I know what you’re thinking: no, it was not a nervous-not-knowing-what-to-say reaction. It was the genuine laughter of a funny, open-to-challenges weirdo who gets it.

To the high school kids who ejected Doubleday from your clique’s cafeteria table: That wasn’t very nice of you. She still remembers it.

I wasn’t allowed to eat at their table anymore because I was dramatic. I remember I sat in the art room in awe and shock after that happened. It hurt me, because I loved my friends.

Doubleday is dramatic, so what? Fast-forward to 2013 and the tables have turned. Now she’s the alpha-bully in a remake of one of the most iconic films in horror history. Doubleday as bully in Carrie is bully-elite status.

That incident encouraged me to realize that you just have to be who you are, and not change. Defend yourself in that way. And not necessarily defend yourself by causing a reaction. Then you can become a bully yourself…The key is coping with it.

In fact, it’s Doubleday’s penchant for the dramatics that has landed her so many notable roles—roles that include on-screen smooches with Michael Cera. And now she co-stars alongside Julianne Moore in Carrie, under the direction of the charismatic Kimberly Peirce.

Kim is super inspiring. She is fearless, and pushes the envelope every day. It just made me more creatively inspired, but also creatively incorporated. She allowed us to manifest what the scenes were the day-of, which was incredibly helpful and rare. I loved her grit. I guess that goes along with pushing the envelope, like with [her movie] Boys Don’t Cry. That grittiness is also in this film.

Probably didn’t see that coming, lunch table snobs. If you had, maybe you would have brought her along with you to Century City and made her your bestie.

I remember when it was a big deal to go to Century City on Friday nights, and it’s a mall, which is so funny to me. I remember I wasn’t invited a couple of times, and it was so hurtful.

Century City. Whatever. No one cares now. And anyway, while you were mowing a Wetzel Pretzel and shopping for hot pink velour Juicy Couture tracksuits, Doubleday was discovering the subtle ties between religion, superstition, and green puke.

I was fascinated with horror films when 
I was young and I’ve seen every single horror movie.
 I made my mom let me watch The Exorcist when
 I was eight years old. I also watched Carrie when I was very young. Though, I didn’t watch it recently before I filmed Carrie, on purpose. I didn’t want to be influenced by what has already been done; I wanted to create this character from scratch.

When you were waking up in the morning and planning your shopping sprees sans Doubleday, she was waking up to Jack Nicholson.

I’m obsessed with Jack Nicholson. When I was young, my favorite movie was Batman. I was enamored by his performance as the Joker. It was so spontaneous, and unexpected and full of energy and intensity.

While you were grappling with decisions between Starbucks and Coffee Bean, Doubleday’s labyrinthine, juvenile conceptions of reality and her observant, emotional nature were calling her to decide which of the two personas she witnessed from her mother were real.

My mom managed a theatre and she would put on these plays. I actually felt really uncomfortable when I was younger watching her play different characters. I’d watch her talk to herself in these unique personalizations and preparations, thinking, ‘My mom’s nuts.’ It’s such a nutty career.

But Doubleday turned out all right. Nutty, sure, but interesting, kind, well spoken, and, well...dramatic.