They Don’t Make Them Like Austin Butler Anymore

Austin Butler is about to get his ass whupped.

Butler, towheaded and scrawny, not more than nine years old and painfully shy, cowers. The class bully is on the other side of his front door. Right there, on the lawn. Telling him to come outside so he can pound his face in. Butler looks to his mom. What do I do?

His mom is gentle. The least judgmental, most openhearted person he’ll ever know. Not a mean bone in her body. But she also understands how the world works—bullies included. So she looks her younger child dead in the eye and tells him what needs to happen next. “Lace up your shoes,” she says, “go out there, and beat the hell out of him.”

Butler does as he’s told. Of course, bullies are never as tough as they want to appear, are they? This one is no different; once Butler is outside, the bully tries passing his would-be victim’s beating off to the much bigger friend he brought along with him. But Butler, steeled with a new resolve, has an answer for that: “You came over. I’m taking you down.”

The bully strikes first—he tries to whack Butler with his skateboard—but Butler dodges. He tackles his opponent. Pins him to the ground. And then he just starts whaling. The bully relents.

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It’s the end of the fight, but it’s not the last time Butler will scrap. A timid kid with no connections, he’ll force his way into Disney Channel and Nickelodeon stardom. As a young adult, he’ll overcome profound grief to find new depths in his craft. He will work harder and longer than anyone and everyone he meets to convince audiences that his leap from child actor to Hollywood leading man—perhaps the most terrifying jump in show business—is not just possible but inevitable. He will take this world in inches. And then, as a man, through sheer force of desire and artistic abandon, he’ll try to become the first movie star since Leonardo DiCaprio became the last movie star.

Doubt him if you will. But don’t underestimate his chances.

Some twenty-three years after the fight, Butler recalls the memory with amused astonishment. He can’t believe his mom said it. Beat the hell out of him? Beat the hell out of him! He can’t believe he actually did it, either. Or that he and the bully later became friends. It’s mid- December, and we are huddled together in a back booth at the casual French eatery Margaux, inside the Marlton Hotel in Greenwich Village. It’s 3:00 P.M. and we just did the New York City winter shuffle, during which, having weathered an icy commute, you spend the first few minutes in any restaurant dancing between making small talk and peeling off layers. For him, off goes a black trucker hat, a black coat, and a black sweatshirt, all piled onto the tableside hooks. Only a long-sleeved white Henley and an oversize black T-shirt layered on top remain. His blond hair is mussed. There is a smattering of sandy-hued facial hair on his chin and upper lip.

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The past eighteen months or so have been more than a little surreal for Butler. He began 2023 in a position that all actors dream of but few know firsthand, nominated for Best Actor by every awards body that matters. It was his portrayal of Elvis Presley in director Baz Luhrmann’s Elvis that landed him there, and the experience—junket into roundtable into podcast, photo shoot into red carpet into reception—was both euphoric and exhausting.

When the film, a fever-dream retelling of Presley’s life, debuted to rave reviews and a strong box office in 2022, Butler became an overnight sensation. He was on the cover of national magazines and a fixture on the late-night TV circuit. Tabloids and online forums feverishly blogged about his dating life. Social media exploded with fans frothing at the mouth for the heartthrob. But like most overnight sensations, Butler had been working for much of his life for a role like Elvis. A role that he could give himself over to completely. A role that would catapult him to the top of every casting director’s list.

Elvis would deliver all those things, plus earn him Golden Globe and BAFTA statuettes as well as an Oscar nomination, but Butler is not one to be idle. While Luhrmann’s film was in postproduction, the actor dove right into shooting a few major projects that are now finally getting released. First up: Masters of the Air, a World War II miniseries from Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg that debuted on Apple TV+ at the end of January. (Hanks costarred with Butler in Elvis as the singer’s infamous manager, Colonel Tom Parker, and recruited him during filming.) And in the biggest theatrical event of the spring—quite possibly the year—he’ll star opposite Timothée Chalamet in the second entry of director Denis Villeneuve’s cyberpunk Dune franchise.

Promotion for the projects is ramping up, but Butler is due for a break. After our interview, it’s back to the West Coast and then off on vacation. He’d spent the previous weekend in São Paulo with the cast of Dune: Part Two at Brazil’s Comic Con. Butler was blown away by the thousands of screaming fans. He was further shocked when a projectile whipped past him through the air—hurled from the crowd, right at his costar Florence Pugh. As the actors posed for a final wave and bow, “they flung it like a Frisbee,” he says, the incident still fresh in his mind. “I could hear it.” Ffffffffft! It hit her square in the face.

“It was a friendship bracelet,” says Butler. The irony isn’t lost on him. “Wasn’t very friendly,” he adds.

The actor, thirty-two, spends a fair amount of time in New York. Has for the past decade, really. He moved to the West Village in 2012 when, at the age of twenty, he booked a role as the high school hottie on the CW’s Sex and the City prequel, The Carrie Diaries. It was good work, even if it wasn’t the sort of role he’d always envisioned for himself. Butler feels no bitterness toward the teeny bopper titles that helped him get his start. How could he? Everything is an opportunity to grow. “I know that I would probably cringe if I watched some things, because you’re seeing yourself through the learning process,” he says. “But that was my schooling. I wouldn’t be here without all of that.”

Butler had seen plays before, of course. But his relocation to the East Coast was his real introduction to the world of theater. He became obsessed. On off days, you’d find him in the crowd—any crowd, at whatever was playing—on Broadway. Even after filming had wrapped on The Carrie Diaries, he wanted more. He’d make periodic trips from L. A. to immerse himself. “I would come back for two weeks, and I’d see fourteen plays,” he recalls.

He moved to New York again in 2018, this time to Brooklyn, while performing in the play that would change the trajectory of his career, The Iceman Cometh, alongside Denzel Washington. It would be incorrect to call Butler hopeless in any respect, but he is, without a doubt, a romantic. The proof? His review of the notoriously unreliable, often overcrowded, never-on-time L train that runs between Manhattan and Brooklyn, which he rode back to his apartment in Williamsburg after every performance: “There’s something so beautiful about, at the end of the night, whether you had a great show or an awful show, you got on the subway. I’d go down and take the L out to Williamsburg and, no matter how you felt, humanity washes over you. I loved it.”

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Butler grew up in a small house on a quiet street in Anaheim, California, with his parents, David and Lori, and sister Ashley, five years his senior. David was a commercial real estate appraiser, and Lori stayed home with the kids. Not just her own two, though. At one point, she started a home daycare center.

Tall, sweet, and incredibly quiet, Butler struggled to fit in with the other children. “I just didn’t feel close to them,” he says of his early classmates. Things didn’t improve after his parents split when he was seven.

Butler didn’t play sports. He rarely landed a playdate. But when his mom remarried, he gained a stepbrother along with a stepdad. And after his stepsibling got scouted at the Orange County Fair by a background-casting representative, Butler tagged along to the audition. He was already a movie lover—his dad gets credit for his taste in films. “I have a vivid memory of being five, watching The Good, the Bad and the Ugly,” Butler says. Rear Window, too. “And then East of Eden and Chinatown when I was seven. Those films really shaped me.” He’d never thought about how they got made, but soon he realized that he had found his thing: acting.

As Butler approached the end of sixth grade, he was resistant to the idea of moving to a new school for junior high—new classmates, new anxieties. His parents decided to pull him out of the system. Lori was already homeschooling Ashley anyway. But when Butler joined the kitchen-table classroom, his sister was in her senior year of high school. So it wasn’t long before he was attending a school of one.

Not the most social arrangement, I suggest.

“No,” Butler says, laughing. “Very not.”

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This article appeared in the March 2024 issue of Esquire

As he pursued acting, though, he found the first community of young people that he’d ever related to. “They liked to play the guitar, and suddenly I had something that I liked to do, so we’d play the guitar together,” he recalls. “Or they would have vulnerable conversations. That open, more mature, soulful connection was something that I had never had with other kids.” He got an acting coach. Went to casting calls—every single one he could. Mom would drive him to L. A. and back home again. Shortly thereafter, roles started coming. Zoey 101. Hannah Montana. iCarly. Wizards of Waverly Place.

Lori’s second marriage lasted five years and then ended suddenly. When she, Butler, and Ashley needed a place to stay on short notice, they moved in with David. It went well enough, so they decided to keep the arrangement. Dad even turned the garage into an apartment for himself. They would stay like that until Butler turned eighteen and moved out on his own. He says he never felt any confusion about his parents’ relationship during that time. “They weren’t meant to be together,” he says without a trace of doubt. “They were so different. Both equally loving, beautiful, and quirky in their own ways.”

His social circle revolved around the jobs that he booked. And although you get the sense that Butler’s group has remained small, over the years he made some valuable, lasting connections. Like Ashley Tisdale, a fellow Disney Channel graduate whom Butler met when the two were cast in 2009’s Aliens in the Attic. “He’s probably going to kill me for saying this, but we used to joke that we were twins born several years apart,” says Tisdale with a laugh. “We just had this bond.” They filmed together for six months in New Zealand and have been friends ever since. While Butler was on location in Australia shooting Elvis for months on end, he would FaceTime Tisdale, who was pregnant and in Los Angeles. It meant a lot. “I was like, you’re doing this huge movie, and the fact that you care to FaceTime me?” she asks by way of explanation. In 2021, Tisdale gave birth, and Butler was the first person she and her husband FaceTimed from the hospital.

Without traditional schooling, the extra time he spent with his mom was special. They’d go to nearby Knott’s Berry Farm or Disneyland to ride the roller coasters. Study in between his acting classes. He’d recite the sorts of scripts he fantasized about getting one day—like Pulp Fiction—to her on the car rides back and forth from Los Angeles. And as his acting roles got bigger, so did their adventures. For the Aliens in the Attic shoot, Lori relocated to New Zealand with Butler, then fifteen. Already mother and son, they really became friends during that time.

“Best friends,” Butler clarifies.

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Butler hasn’t heard from his former stepdad or stepbrother. Not even since his career took off. He doesn’t even know where they are. Some things, some people, they don’t deserve your daylight, and whatever happened between them, Butler won’t say. What was the feeling in their house during that era? I ask. “I remember having really deep thoughts of my own mortality at a very young age,” he says. “But then moments of feeling very close with my mom. She was a safe space.”

Life is almost exclusively made up of tiny moments that change your life in tiny ways. Almost unnoticeable ways. And then, every so often, something happens that’s so big and so bad that it blights the sun. It’s not just your life that changes but the entire world. You. When Butler was twenty-two, his mom was diagnosed with cancer. Lori moved in with her son and, as things got worse, which they did, he served as her primary caregiver. A nurse would come and go; Butler administered her IVs and managed her feeding tubes.

“I felt like I had to be a mountain,” he says of the weight of that period. But his mother, at the peak of her pain, stunned him. She never lost her faith, he says. She also stayed kind. Impossibly kind. “She would say, ‘Austin, on your way to the hospital today, go and pick up flowers for all of the nurses.’ ” After a pause, he adds, “What a beautiful lesson for me to have: How do you still think of others even when you’re hurting?” Lori died a month after his twenty-third birthday. Butler crumbled.

Days after his mother’s funeral, he was due on set for The Shannara Chronicles—in New Zealand. He went. He was a professional. Showed up on time and did his best. Rode the horses, said his lines. But every night, he’d return to his hotel room and sob into his pillow. And once filming wrapped on the show’s second and final season, Butler decided to do something he hadn’t done before: take a break. Say no. At one point, he thought about quitting acting altogether.

“I had a lot of turmoil in my mind,” he says now. He was struggling to get his head straight and desperately searching for new ways to feel connected to his mom. He tried closing himself off to the searing pain but ultimately recognized that you can’t turn off the hurt alone. Shut those feelings down and the highs—any joy at all, really—disappear as well. “I needed time to metabolize some of those emotions.” He spent eight months doing just that.

Lori left her son with her faith. Butler had a very religious upbringing, he says, and experiencing her illness deepened his spirituality. She lives on with him in more obvious ways, too. Look at even one picture of Butler and his mom and you’ll see the resemblance: Both blond with a long, angular face; eyebrows just slightly arched; and a strong, straight nose, they are spitting images of each other.

In time, he began to believe in his path again. “He realized his mom wouldn’t want him to stop,” says Tisdale. “His mom would want him to keep going. I think that was a driving force. And I believe she’s seeing all of these things and is there with him now.”

After recommitting himself to acting, Butler found he had a clearer sense of direction. He explains: “I just said, ‘I’ve got this feeling of what I need to do—of the only type of thing I want to do. I want to get to explore certain parts of myself that I haven’t had the opportunity to.’ ” Then The Iceman Cometh was casting for a Broadway run, and Butler was hungry for it. “I knew it was a yes if they would take me. This was exactly what I wanted to do.”

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Butler got the role. He showed up to the first table read having memorized not just his own lines but the entire cast’s. His costar, Denzel Washington, was impressed. The critics were, too. The opening line of The New Yorker’s review said it best: “Although there are many performers in George C. Wolfe’s staging of Eugene O’Neill’s phenomenal 1946 four-act and nearly four-hour drama, The Iceman Cometh, there is only one actor, and his name is Austin Butler.”

Shortly after, he nabbed a part from the director he’d wanted to work with since he was young, Quentin Tarantino. Butler played Tex, the crazy Manson guy Brad Pitt kills, in Once Upon a Time . . . in Hollywood. Then Luhrmann was casting for the title role in Elvis, and Butler knew he had to have it. But the director had other actors in mind—more famous guys, like Miles Teller, Harry Styles, and Ansel Elgort. Butler would not be deterred. He met with the director off and on for five months. He dyed his hair black and hired a movement coach to learn how to wiggle just like the King. A dialect coach, too, to help him perfect that 1960s Memphis drawl. And one night after he woke up from a dream about his mother, vibrating with emotion, he sat down at the piano and filmed himself performing “Unchained Melody,” then sent it off to casting. The role was his.

News of Butler’s casting went down like a steaming hot mug of gasoline. Social media wanted, it seemed, damn near anybody else. Luhrmann has even said his feed was filled with three letters: WTF. But Butler knew this was his chance. The chance. By the time filming was set to begin, in the early spring of 2020, he had transformed completely. As he says, “It felt like my entire meaning of my life at that moment was that.”

I’m sure you’re wondering about the voice. Here’s what you need to know: It’s hot. Low and unhurried. Rough at the edges. Gravelly. The adopted twang has finally been shed. Sentences begin or end with ummms and hmmms. Everything in between is intentional. Considered. That space between words and phrases, almost unnatural in its breadth, insists that its audience lean forward, willing the next word to land.

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Butler has been asked about his voice a lot since Elvis. In interviews. On red carpets. Not all of it has been unfair. He did, after all, pop up during press for the movie, eighteen months after filming had wrapped, sounding, well, a lot like Elvis. The twang had loosened, and the pitch had risen ever so slightly, but it was hardly the voice of a kid from Anaheim.

Butler has answered graciously each time. He has spoken about how certain face movements and poses are subconsciously adopted and how a voice is just the architecture of your mouth, which can get caught in patterns that make you sound like someone you aren’t. Weren’t. How living as another person—which is exactly what he did—isn’t something you drop, no problem, simply because the cameras are down.

He does it again today. “There’s no denying you create habits,” he says, beginning a version of a line I’ve heard and read many times before. “I had been practicing one way of using the muscles in my mouth for a long time, so it was a process of trying to unlearn those. That was Masters of the Air.”

The epic retelling of the 100th Bomb Group in World War II, a spiritual successor to the acclaimed Band of Brothers series, was starting preproduction in London in February 2021, almost immediately after Elvis wrapped. Having a project to distract him from the despair he felt over leaving the titular role was, Butler thought, going to be helpful. “There was something comforting about knowing I could pour myself into something else,” he says.

His body had other plans. Three years of spiraling further and further down the rabbit hole of someone else’s psyche and abandoning his own sense of self completely had taken their toll. The morning after production on Elvis ended, at 4:00, he woke up in excruciating pain. Possibly his appendix? Butler was admitted to the hospital. Except it wasn’t his appendix. Or Covid. “My body just crashed.”

Doctors discharged Butler a few days later, but he was far from well. His flight to the UK to report for work on Masters was in less than seventy-two hours. Instead, he spent the next week (with permission from the producers) flat on his back in bed. Asleep. A little dazed. Sick. When he finally arrived to set, Covid quarantine protocols were still the norm. Ten days, maybe two weeks—it’s hard to remember—alone in a hotel room. He was delving into research on his character, the real-life war hero Major Gale “Buck” Cleven, but it was in defiance of his body. At one point, he was even coughing up blood.

“I can’t imagine spending so much time with someone as iconic as Elvis and then whiplash into another show,” says his Masters co-lead, Callum Turner. The two hit it off and have remained close in the years since filming. “For me, I don’t know Elvis. I know him as Cleven. It’s a testament to his craft and how hard he works.”

When Butler wasn’t working on bringing Buck Cleven to life, he toiled away at finding Austin. “I was just trying to remember who I was,” he admits. On set, he had a dialect coach whose main job, he says, was to help him stop talking like Elvis. But the whole Masters experience feels like a blur to him now. “I hardly remember filming that,” he says. “Almost the full year that I was in London.”

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Controversy briefly swirled around Masters after shooting concluded. Director Cary Joji Fukunaga had been brought in by Apple TV+ to helm the first four episodes, in his first directing assignment since his hugely successful Bond film No Time to Die. But in 2022, according to Rolling Stone, multiple women who’d worked with Fukunaga came forward with allegations of misconduct. The article went on to say that two Masters production sources alleged that he had behaved inappropriately toward younger women on the London set. Fukunaga declined all allegations to Rolling Stone via his attorney.

When asked about his own personal experience with Fukunaga, Butler says, “TV is so different from film. On Masters of the Air, I was able to work with many directors, each with their own creative points of view, which was such a big shift for me, especially coming right off of Elvis.”

Among those directors were Anna Boden and Ryan Fleck (Half Nelson, Captain Marvel). The duo helmed the middle two episodes as well as the series’ reshoots. They’d been watching the dailies and were especially impressed with Butler. “His presence was so magnetic,” recalls Fleck. Then they met him, and, as it turns out, in person was even better than onscreen. “He was effortlessly charming,” the director adds.

Butler’s Buck Cleven is quiet and intense. He doesn’t drink. Doesn’t dance. Rarely makes jokes. He stews in the responsibility of trying to keep the other members of his bomb group alive. Still, the actor has a way of becoming the centerpiece of every scene, something Boden underscores: “He has that magnetic quality that’s able to make you look at him, even when he’s not doing a lot. He has the ability to move a scene, and move a performance, with just a subtle shift.”

Butler may be a student, but that thing—it can’t be learned.

The space between what you want to know about Austin Butler and what he wants to reveal is not a gap but a gulf. A throwaway question like “Do you live in an apartment or a house?” leads to a pause. A house in L. A., he answers at first, and an apartment in New York. “How much do I want to say about this?” he wonders aloud after the admission.

I ask him if he’s eaten anywhere good while in town. “This is also hard,” he says in response to my second-easiest question. “I never know when I’m giving my favorite spots away.” (We eventually decide to avoid the topic of meals this week and focus on meals in general. His favorite New York City restaurants are Roberta’s in Brooklyn and I Sodi in the West Village.)

It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk. Butler is warm and quick to laugh, and clearly introspective, so evading answers seems unnatural for him. He’ll be about to tell you something, his six-foot, two-inch frame hunching forward to conspire or admit or share, only to halt as the sentence nears his lips. He looks to the side. Rubs his chin. Reconsiders. He confirms as much not long after. “There are certain aspects of my life that, if we weren’t recording right now, I would tell you,” he says. “I like vulnerability. I really value being able to go, ‘All right, let’s bare our souls to each other.’ ”

Tisdale corroborates quickly: “You don’t have a twenty-minute phone conversation with Austin,” she says. “You’re on the phone with him for an hour and a half, two hours. He’s very soul searching.”

So does Laura Dern, who knows Butler socially and whom he touts as a career-advice sounding board: “The moment Austin and I met, we started diving in on life, art, growth, healing, and the privilege of being actors.”

The thing is, Butler wants to be a particular kind of star. Not just a celebrity. Not just an actor. And he doesn’t want to mess it up. Certainly not by sharing too much. Who he is, to some degree, is at odds with what he wants. That desire to probe and share is diametrically opposed, he says, “with the type of career that I want to have, which is to be able to step into all these different types of people. I think of the days of Paul Newman—we didn’t know a ton about his personal life.” It’s like that with a lot of the stars he admires. Leonardo DiCaprio. Christian Bale. Daniel Day-Lewis.

“Did we talk about the Lew Wasserman quote?” he asks me the second time we meet. We’re back at Margaux. Different booth. Different lunch order. Avocado toast with poached eggs on Monday; a grilled-chicken sandwich on Wednesday. Butler’s outfit is a perfect inversion of what he wore two days ago: a dark Henley beneath a white T-shirt. Anyway, back to the quote. “Near the end of Wasserman’s life,” Butler begins, referring to the onetime Tinseltown titan, “when speaking about a young actor, Wasserman said, ‘Only let them see him in a dark room.’ ”

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(Funny enough, that quote once ran in these very pages, in Tom Junod’s 2013 profile of DiCaprio. During one passage, DiCaprio’s manager, Rick Yorn, recalls a run-in with Wasserman. “ ‘Lew was old and near the end by this time,’ Yorn says. ‘He died a year or two later. But he knew I was Leo’s manager, and he wanted to give me some advice. He said, “Only let them see him in a dark room.” It took me a minute to figure it out. But what he meant was only let people see him in the movie theater. That’s the dark room.’ ”)

Butler is on Instagram, but he doesn’t run his account. Not anymore, at least. He doesn’t, he swears, have a Finsta. The app isn’t even on his phone. Even if it were, though, I’m not sure how much he’d use it. “I just forget I have a phone at times,” he says. I decide to accept this as true when, an hour later, while discussing favorite restaurants, Butler pulls a tiny notepad and pen out of his pocket to write down my answer. “How do you spell that?” he asks.

He is a man of creative habits. Painting, mainly abstract, but he goes through phases. “I’ll find artists that I get really inspired by. Like, I saw Tom Wesselmann has these incredible watercolors, so I got really into watercolor for a while.” He’s always experimenting. It’s not unlike his approach to a character. “What I realized was that the thing that I was craving with painting,” he says, “is the practice of the process. It’s about that moment of choosing the color that’s most beautiful to you right then. It’s about that brushstroke.”

He got into photography when shooting The Shannara Chronicles and into pottery while in London for Masters of the Air. “The gift he gave me at the end of filming,” says Turner, “was an ashtray that he made.” Butler also writes. I ask what kind of writing. “Maybe it’s documenting ideas and experiences and memories,” he suggests. Journaling? He laughs. “Some people would call it that.”

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Butler doesn’t really drink. “I just find myself . . . not,” he says. He doesn’t love feeling out of control. Not like that, anyway. And if he’s being honest, he likes to keep the side of him that can get a little obsessive far away from the stuff that might ruin his life. “I’m always on guard,” he says. “If it’s not channeled in the right way, I could see how it could become unhealthy.” He just went through that with smoking, which he recently quit.

A natural night owl, Butler says the wee hours are when he feels most creative. He could stay up well past three in the morning, no problem, tinkering with any of his artistic pursuits. But then he wants to sleep in the next morning, and he feels better about himself when he doesn’t. He works out, though he can be streaky in his commitment. And he loves to cook.

Are you curious if Kaia Gerber comes up in our conversation? Butler has been seen alongside the model for the better part of two years. (Gerber is the daughter of supermodel Cindy Crawford and restaurateur/Casamigos tequila cofounder Rande Gerber.) They’ve been spotted holding hands. Kissing on red carpets. Entering and exiting homes in Los Angeles and apartments in New York that definitely seem like places they could, theoretically, live. Butler prefers not to talk about it. What can we say? “I’m happy,” he answers simply. It’ll do.

At some point in a relationship, though, it becomes impossible to fully separate two lives in conversation, and there are signs of Gerber elsewhere as we speak. Butler is, for the most part, a calm person. It’s the first word that comes to mind when I ask Timothée Chalamet to describe his Dune costar, actually. Same goes for Masters’ Boden. But when the rare bout of anxiety hits now, he has a few methods for settling down. Stepping away from technology. Getting out in nature. “Throwing the ball with my dog.”

How old is your dog?

Butler catches himself. “Ummm.” Pause. “I’ve been in the dog’s life for about two years.”

You do get the public fascination, right? I ask him. Butler smiles. “Yeah, because I want to know about other people. I want to know about Daniel Day-Lewis’s life.”

What Austin Butler is asking for is very fair: wanting some ownership of his own life. Of what the world knows about his day-to-day. That doesn’t mean it has always gone over well. Last winter, as his Best Actor campaign began to bubble, it blew up in his face. When asked if he’d always wanted to play Elvis in a movie, Butler answered that “a friend” once told him he was a fit for the part. Except that friend was his former partner of nine years, Vanessa Hudgens, and she had, before and after his casting, posted about it on Instagram. The Internet ate him up, accusing him of downgrading her role in his life.

“Oh, yeah, I learned a lesson with that one,” he says today with a laugh. He has a reason for how he answered: “I felt that I was respecting her privacy in a way and not wanting to bring up a ton of things that would cause her to have to talk. I have so much love and care for her. It was in no way trying to erase anything.”

You were together a long time. “Long time,” he agrees, stretching out the o for emphasis. The two dated for most of their twenties; their relationship saw the death of both Butler’s mother and Hudgens’s father. It was real, and those moments, as Butler sees it, belong only to them. “I value my own privacy so much,” he says. “I didn’t want to give up anybody else’s privacy.”

Austin Butler has a funny habit. Rather than fill a natural lull in a conversation, or the space between questions, with words, Butler fills them with—and I’m not kidding here—smiles. Eyes lock. Lips curl. It is impossible not to return the expression. But then you’re just two people, sitting in the back booth, smiling like idiots at each other.

Masters’ Fleck knows what I’m talking about. “I remember having a conversation with him, and he’s listening—and he’s a good listener—and suddenly, he’s got this subtle little grin,” Fleck says, clearly charmed by the memory. “And then I find myself smiling, too! And then we’re just smiling at each other while we’re talking about really serious things. You find yourself being taken in by whatever that mysterious thing, that It Factor, that movie stars have.”

Maybe it’s nerves. Maybe it’s a genuine delight in hearing something new. Maybe it’s just what happens when you have so much natural charisma—the only available option is for it to spread across your face and shoot out of your eyeballs.

There are times, though, when it’s obvious what delights Austin Butler, like when he’s speaking about working on Dune: Part Two.

Not long after the credits rolled on the first film, in 2021, there was furious speculation over who’d be cast as the big bad, Feyd-Rautha. Elvis wasn’t even out yet, but Villeneuve had seen footage from Luhrmann. “I was floored,” Villeneuve says. “Austin was at the top of my list.”

The two clicked immediately, talking about what the director envisioned for Feyd-Rautha’s look—bald with no eyebrows, teeth painted black, and about twenty-five pounds of muscle added to Butler’s usual frame. (“There will still be rock-star sex appeal,” Villeneuve promises.) They discussed what Butler had in mind as well. Like an accent. He wanted to sound like Stellan Skarsgård, who plays his uncle, Baron Harkonnen.

Butler enjoyed the process of bulking up more than he expected. “When you feel powerful,” he says, “that’s a good feeling.” For those wondering if they’ll see him in a metallic winged Speedo like the one Sting wore in David Lynch’s 1984 movie, this ain’t your dad’s Dune. “It’s a totally different thing,” says Butler. There is, however, a loincloth—it can be spied, briefly, in the film’s trailer.

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It didn’t take long for Chalamet to figure out that Butler operates on a different level. “I realized it from the first table read,” he recalls. “He’s questioning everything. He’s on a mission. He’s on a search. He’s not pretending to be the guy with answers. He’s constantly tinkering.” It influenced him, he admits. “It was motivating.”

In Villeneuve, Butler found a leader who was happy and willing to collaborate. “He’s such a dreamer,” he says of the director. And in Butler, Villeneuve found a young, overwhelmingly talented actor with no quit in him. They filmed in Hungary under what Villeneuve describes as “very difficult conditions.” Steamy weather, heavy costumes. His first scene was on a set built of white sand with no wind, in the blazing summer sun. “It was the hottest set I have ever seen in my life,” the filmmaker recalls. “People were collapsing.”

Villeneuve was worried. But Butler was fine. In fact, he was thrilled. “He insisted to stay with me, beside the camera, all the way through those days, because he was having too much fun,” the director says. “He didn’t want to go back to his trailer. I don’t remember having seen an actor having fun like that.”

The next Brad Pitt. The next Leonardo DiCaprio. How many young breakouts have been taunted by such titles just to dissolve into the background? Become that guy in that thing. The one who almost was.

The reality of right now is that whether there will ever be another Brad or Leo is not a question of talent but of the studio system itself. How many of the movies between those two men would even be released in theaters if they were made today? The Beach, The Basketball Diaries, Thelma & Louise—they’d be critically acclaimed streaming releases at best in 2024. Some would become TV shows.

Butler isn’t considering doing TV again, at least not anytime soon. “I’m more drawn to film and theater,” he says. And he’s trying not to let the broader discussion of how Hollywood is or isn’t working weigh on him. He has a North Star, he says, before quickly listing four: “Directors and actors, the character, the story.” He doesn’t want to pander to the masses. Have I heard the David Bowie quote? Butler paraphrases: “He talks about how art, when you’re trying to play to the gallery, that’s when the best art is not coming out.”

It’s impossible to forecast the future of Hollywood. Will grown-up movies make a comeback? Will Movie Stars continue to exist?

But I’ll tell you what I do know: From the second that Austin Butler appears as the young-adult Elvis, moments before the first musical performance of the film, bristling with an intoxicating swirl of nerves, excitement, and untapped confidence; from the minute he, as Buck Cleven, leans in, desire written all over his face, a smile flirting with the corners of his mouth, and whispers, “A girl worth writing to is hard to find”—well, there’s no taking your eyes off him.

Photographed by Robbie Fimmano
Styled by Bill Mullen
Grooming by Jamie Taylor
Production by Boom Productions
Set Design by Michael Sturgeon
Design Director Rockwell Harwood
Contributing Visuals Director James Morris
Executive Producer, Video: Dorenna Newton
Executive Director, Entertainment: Randi Peck