I headed over to London a few weeks ago to have a chat with the amiable and downright charming, Zak Efron. At the time, he was sporting some well-groomed, but somewhat out-of-character facial fluff, that every woman (and admittedly some men), commented on after interviewing the former teen idol. And it seems there may be more of a reason than the usual "it's for a role" excuse.
Efron was recently yapping away to the beacon of journalistic excellence that is The Metro, and spewed about the aforementioned fuzzle, "We went to Coachella, the music festival out in the desert, earlier this year and I didn't want to go as a VIP because that's weird (you're afraid more famous people will make you to bodypop, aren't you?), I wanted to go and really be part of the festival so I grew a moustache." He then added, "We had two great days without being noticed before the paparazzi spotted us on the last day. I can go to a lot of places in Japan where people don't recognise me, especially if I wear a mask." I'm assuming walking around like a Mexican Wrestler would surely draw more attention to you than deflect it; then again I've never worn tights and sprouted a moustache (...at the same time) so couldn't comment.
It's worth pointing out that a gaggle of teens had a yap with Mr. Efron during the junket, as part of some film club (I don't think any of them were dying), and came out absolutely glowing he was so nice to them; "he said he was looking forward to seeing us all day." The youngsters didn't seem to mind the facial hair so much, while he turned some established journalistic types into full blown cougars. All bases covered for further superstardom it seems.
Mike Sheridan
