Say what you will about his films (and we have an excellent post going live later today defending the man), but there's no denying Michael Bay has cultivated a very specific persona over the years. That's just not something you can say about the majority of bland directors, be they commercial or indie, these days. Of course Bay's persona is one of a commanding playboy who treats actors and sportscars like they're the same thing, but at least it results in memorable stories. Everyone's heard about how Bay cast Megan Fox after watching her wash his car (a story so outlandish it's most definitely true), but she's not the only Transformers cast member to have a wild first encounter with Bayhem.
GQ is doing a huge profile on Michael Bay and so they of course asked Transformers: Dark of the Moon (and Fox replacement) co-star Rosie Huntington-Whiteley about her first time working with the director and, surprise, surprise, it's even more representative of Bay's persona than Fox'. From the GQ tumblr:
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley: “I first met Michael back in 2009; it was on the set of the Christmas commercial for Victoria’s Secret. I remember the first thing Michael said to me— before he even introduced himself or asked me my name—was “Can you walk?” And I looked at him like, “What is this man talking about? Yeah, of course I can walk.” And then he proceeded to tell them to get me in the car, and then I was driven—I mean, honestly, I want to say it was about half a mile out in the desert. I kept thinking, “This is a joke, right?” And the car dumped me in the middle of the desert. All I was wearing was a bra and underwear and a big, billowing, black, floor-length cape and high heels. And he says, “OK, when we shout action, you’re going to walk!” and I assumed I would be doing this in several stages. They yelled action, and the car sped off back to set, and I just was like, “Well, what am I supposed to do?” So I walked all the way back to where the camera was standing, which took me—I would say a good 10, 12 minutes, and it was a proper runway stomp—on salt flats; it was like 100 degrees, felt like fire. I remember walking back and being not impressed by the whole thing. I was pretty pissed off afterwards; I just looked at Michael, and he goes, “I guess you can walk, then.”
And that's a story that didn't even make the 7,000 word piece that will be on GQ.com in July! I can't wait to hear the stories that were deemed good enough for print.