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Still, the sloth that Ezra Miller is examining looks awfully happy.
Youre getting one, says Larson.
Miller, she has told me, is something of a stuffed-sloth aficionado.
I already have this exact stuffed animal.
Still, he buys it.
She is as sincere as her singing voice, the kind of person you simply cant bullshit.
Miller calls her Dad, which is one of the few labels Larson likes.
I very much enjoy ambiguity, she says.
Or what theyve convinced themselves they have to be, adds Miller.
Were all going to die, and at that point, we will be none of those things.
The Sons songs are sprawling midnight conversations set to music: confessional, philosophical, and emotional.
I think part of our process sometimes feels like therapeutic time travel, explains Miller.
The first song on the album, an anthemic banger calledU.S.
Partly, its about addressing the actual sense of physical precarity I feel as a queer woman.
It was a really moving moment in my life, says Miller.
It was really, really powerful.
I dont think it was a totally conscious decision, says Larson.
What had motivated the man to chase them in the first place?
Well, I think in this instance, he was turned on, Larson says.
Thanks, baby, says Miller.
And I loved them.
Its like any process of finding life partners or people where you might comfortably be yourself, Aubin says.
Sometimes it takes a long time.
Still, life in Sons of an Illustrious Father was not always so harmonious and self-actualized.
And I took that out on Ezra.
That was tied into the illness that I was discovering in myself.
Fights among the band members were frequent.
I didnt want to hear it from anyone.
Didnt even want to hear it from myself.
Larson is beaming as Miller talks.
Ive watched him navigate this with great pride and admiration, she says.
Thanks, Dad, replies Miller.
He is unbothered by what Hollywood might make of his revelation.
These days, Im stoked to talk about it.
Honestly, Lilah, I rock with that metaphor, Miller says, workshopping it out loud.
I notice you have a living one thats gnawing on your earlobe.
Should we trade Pokemon here?
Its almost there, laughs Larson.
The metaphor is almost there.
In front of a green screen at the Tar Pits, a photographer takes our picture.
Has the one at the Tar Pits given him flashbacks?
And flash-forwards, he says with a wink.
He will bring his unique reality to whatever Hollywood can create in a computer.
After we get our photos, the band departs to prep for their concert at the Hollywood club Bardot.
Gay and sing along as Miller belts out his part of the queer anthem.
(One swaying concertgoer wears a Flash helmet.)
Im not a woman, they sing.
Im not a man.
I am something that youll never understand.
I would die for …you.
