Jennifer Aniston reflects on Greek relatives, the
power of Shaun Cassidy, her short-lived turn as a belly
dancer, and of course, that TV show of hers.
Esquire Magazine
As told to Cal Fussman
Photography by Peggy Sirota
September 2002
I'm
at this restaurant and
the friend who I'm eating with gets up to go to the bathroom.
At a nearby table, a woman is eying me, and I know she is
just waiting for the right moment to swoop in for the kill.
This happens all the time. People feel a certain level of
comfort with you when you're in their living room; they
feel your approachable. And the truth is I like to feel
that way. When a kid comes up to you at a restaurant with
a beautiful sketch he's just made of you and says he wants
you to have it, it's a real tearjerker. And I'm a leaker.
But as this woman's heading over, I can tell she's had a
few.
"I don't understand your life," she says.
" Neither do I," I laugh.
"What's the big deal?"
"Beats me."
"Look at you. You're normal. You're a bunch
of nuthin', aren't you?"
"I'm like, ""What did you think? That I'm
something? I never claimed to be something. I just do my
job."
Her face is crinkling up like a kid who's trying to figure
out a puzzle and getting more and more fustrated because
she can't. Just then, my friend returns. He gives the woman
the ol' laser eye and she leaves. We sort of joke about
it. "Well, I guess we'll go back to our nuthin' meal." But
tell me: What was I supposed to say to that woman? "Sit
down and I'l try to figure it out with you?"
My dad had this laugh that made you
want to laugh. Still does. Same with my mom. When one would
start, the other would folllow.My mom's face would get red,
her eyes would start watering and her vocal cords would
close up, and it would be so funny that you'd be swept up
in it and then you couldn't stop. There's nothing better
than contagious laughter. It's the most peaceful feeling
in the world.
My best times as a kid came right after my
dad [actor John Aniston] got a job on a soap opera and we
moved to New York. I can remember this one party we had:
Maybe fifteen of my parents' friends were over. Scotch in
their glasses, or Sherry. I'm not too sure if I belly danced
for everyone that night, but I used to cut a real mean one
for my Greek relatives. I used to sing too-in the car, in
front of the mirror, anywhere. I was about seven and absolutely
fearless. I remember laying charades with the grown-ups
that night, and al the laughter. Then it was time for me
to go to bed, but you could never put me down when there
was a good time to be had. Again and again, I tried to sneak
out of my bedroom toward the happy sounds, but they kept
making me go back-until I was exhausted and fell asleep.
As the years passed, tension came between
my mom and dad, and I'd do funny things to try to bring
back the laughter. It's hard to recall now what those things
were. Maybe I've blocked them out. I guess I've learned
to make a living doing what I did to try to heal myself
as a kid.
When I was about nine, I came home from a
friend's party and my dad wasn't there. Divorce happens
in a lot of families, and I don't want to break out the
violins. But that was that.
I was enrolled at the Rudolf Steiner
School, which recommends that children don't watch TV. I'd
sneak it all the time, of course. You become obsessed with
anyting your parents tell you not to do. Plus,Dad had left.
How could I connect with him? He was on the television!
One day, my dad got me on Search For Tomorrow
as an extra. I must've been thirteen. I can still see this
little yellow ice-skating dress that I was psyched to be
in that morning. At that age, it was thrilling to just sit
in the makeup chair.
In the middle of the scene, someone came over
and asked me to swap places with another girl. It was very
quick, and I didn't think anything of it. On the way home,
Dad mentioned how I would've been picked up by the camera
if our places hadn't been switched. I felt terrible, absolutely
mortified and humilated that the poor girl got bumped because
of me, the daughter of the soap star. I still remember walking
down Broadway in silence after he told me. I didn't have
that kind of ambition. You know how there are some people
who burn with this feeling of "I'm going to make it"? I
never had that.
Yeah, I want to prove that I can do it. But
I'm ashamed to want it. It's a paradox-which I guess I am
at times. Maybe that's why I love Friends. It's an ensamble.
Even the recent Emmy nomination-it's not about me. It wouldn't
have happened if it wasn't for those other five people.
That nomination is theirs, too, weither they like it or
not.
But there was another thing I learned that
day as an extra. In order for me to get what I'd wanted,
something was compromised. What you want always comes with
a price.
When I was in school, I think there
was a Teachers Who Hate Jennifer Aniston Anonymous group,
and I'll bet Mr. Piening never missed a meeting. there were
these two palm trees in his English class in junior high.
I don't remember exactly waht I did, but this one day Mr.
Piening got so mad at me, he shouted in his German accent:
"Jennifer! I want to tie a palm tree to each of your feet
and throw you out the window!" When I got in trouble, my
mom and dad would have to meet at the principal's office.
There was that little manipulation for a while. But it didn't
work. It's hard to impress your dad when your in the principal's
office for being stupid.
It was the school part of high school that
I really had a problem with. Otherwise there were some great
times. At one point, my hair was shaved about an inch above
the ear. I had the short hair and the big black outfits
and the black liquid eyeliner that made me look like a vampire,
with all sorts of pins sticking out of my body parts. I
actually invented an excuse in igh school so that I didn't
have to sing in a play. I doodled the answers to my SATs.
I'd go a, a, b, a. Let's see, haven't had a c in a while...
When my high school threatened to kick me
out, I had to focus nd get the schoolwork done. Only time
I ever got A's.
One of the first jobs I was pretty
psyched about was at the Public Theater. This was off-Broadway.
It was that time of your life when you don't know any better
to know that you're acting in the worst play of your life.
Anyway, there is tis scene where I sit up, look at the audience,
and say this one line, and it always got a laugh. One night
as I'm doing it, I realize that I'm staring straight into
this huge, gaping cavern that is the mouth of Al Pacino.
He's sitting in the audience next to Diane Keaton-and he's
really laughing. I couldn't believe it. I made Al Pacino
laugh. It was one of the greatest moments I'd ever had.
A moment like that can carry you for a year or two.
I'd done about seven
hundred failed shows before Friends, and there was no reason
to believe that Friends would be any different. Right before
it aired, the director, Jimmy Burrows-or Papa, as I call
him - flew the six of us to Las Vegas. He took us out to
dinner and said, "You don't know what your about to embark
on. You better take care of each other." We had no idea
what he was talkng about. Then he gave us each $500 and
said, "Enjoy it. This is the last time you'll be able to
walk through a casino without being bothered."
Papa is one psychic Jew. That first year,
we shot to number one in summer reruns. People came over
to me at a drugstore one day and said, "We've been following
you for blocks and just wanted to know if it was
you, and could we have your autograph?" I'm standing there
with toilet paper under one arm and tampons under the othr
and I say, "Sure."
You know, I can remember waking up at five
in the morning when I was a teenager to go to a record store
signing by Duran Duran. My girlfriends and I had every one
of their albums, including those rare albums from Europe
with two songs that have never been heard. We had every
video. Videos of the making of the videos. Anyway, I got
up at the crack of dawn and went with a red rose to the
video store where they were doing the signing. There was
already a line around the block. I waited all day with that
red rose. Finally, I work my way to fifth in line. All of
a sudden, they lock the doors and everybody in line goes
crazy. And I'm standing there with this bent rose from battling
all these animals. Of course I was bummed. But looking back,
I wonder: What did I want? What was I expecting? I don't
understand it even now. I know that the real person isn't
worthy of the adoration of innocent girls. And yet, those
girls are allowed to have that, aren't they? I've been on
both sides now, but that doesn't make it any easier to understand.
Then it was success at the speed of a stealth
bomber. I'd try to go out on a date and there would be video
cameras waiting. And before there was a second date, I'd
read that I was engaged to the guy. That guy wasn't calling
back! Say goodbye to him!
The six of us at Friends would be saying to
each other: "You all right? You okay? Jeez! this is intense!"
Then comes the inevitable backlash. I guess
a group of young actors getting a lot of money is going
to piss some people off. Now some of the media's saying
we're spolied brats. But it was more than that. "Cast members
of Friends trying to act in movies? Hey, keep your day job!"
And so when it comes time to step out and try something
different, to challenge yourself, you can't help but feel
this fear. It's like you're not supposed to jeopardize your
success by trying anything else. The compromise starts getting
the best of you. Something that you've loved from the time
you were a kid starts to get lost.
Nine years have passed, and the six of us
did take care of each other. No matter what problem any
of us had, there was always Lisa Kudrow's laugh. She has
one of the all-time greats, like a roller coaster going
up-tick, tick, tick-before the big drop. There she goes!
Then she can't speak. She cries. And we all lose it and
can't do any shooting for two hours. What's that saying?
Friends are the family we choose.
The dark side never overpowers the
light side. But sometimes it feels like there's no sanctuary.
Lord knows, I wish I had a different situation with my mom.
You know something, lots of daughters have difficult relationships
with their mothers. Only when your under a microscope, it
gets played out in public like it's some kind of court trial.
You walk out of your therapist's office-he works out of
his house in a quiet neighborhood-and there are four vans
with lenses popping out. They say you're an actor and it
comes with the territory. But can somebody please tell me
when I signed up for that? Whether you're a ditchdigger
or you're on a movie screen, shouldn't you have the right
to sunbathe without worrying that some Peeping Tom is going
to scale the wall to your backyard and take pictures of
you? I'll gladly go by the rules if somebody would just
tell me what they are.
Hey, I subscribed to Teen Beat when I was
a kid. I'll admit it. Out loud. I was once the girl who
wanted to know everything about Shaun Cassidy. I know people
want to know about me and Brad. But I don't want to go into
the details of our marriage, because it's best not to. That's
what helps keep it normal. Besides, there's enough false
information out there to last you a lifetime. But seeing
there's a theme here, I wil say one thing. I'll tell
you about Brad's laugh. I don't know how to explain it except
it sounds like a twelve-year-old boy who just threw a water
balloon down on somebody. Just the other night, he was watching
the Robin williams HBO special while I was sending out e-mails
in another room, and he bursts that great mischievous laugh.
I just looked up and giggled.
When I got the script
to this movie, The Good Girl, I read it in an hour.
The writer, Mike White, has an ability to create characters
that are so creepy and dysfunctional and human, with this
duality that makes people feel empathy for them at the same
time. My first thought was: Was this sent to the right person?
I called my agent. "Are they sure? Let's say yes before
they realize they've sent it to the wrong person!"
On the first day of shooting, we started in
the middle of the movie. Right at the center of my character's
arc. where she's losing her mind and she's got to get rid
of her illicit lover and she doesn't know what to do, but
she's got to get rid of him, so she buys these blackberries.
I don't want to give away too much. But I had to do this
really tense scene with the blackberries on the very first
day, and this fear welled up in me, and the next thing I
knew I'm asking Miguel Arteta, the director, if maybe we
could move the location and start with another scene. I'll
never forget what he said: "The way I lok at it, you might
as well jump chest first into the empty pool."
I jumped, and I'm glad I did. Who knows, maybe
one day I'll be able to belly dance again. You know, I still
can't even sing karaoke. A while back I went to a karaoke
bar with a bunch of friends. courteney cox got up on that
little stage and just sang her heart out. So did all the
other friends around me. They're all hollerin' at me, "Go
on up!" and I'm slinkin' in the back just looking for a
place to hide. Every time they tried to pass me the microphone,
I was wishing I had a paint gun in each hand.
You know what I'm hoping? One of these days
there will be a moment when I can get up on that karaoke
stage and sing. Let's face it, if I make a living making
people laugh, why stop here?