"There’s a value to everything, and the more you resist something, the more you make out of it. Everybody has things that they’re quietly resisting doing, and a good day for them is when one of those resistances come and directly confronts them. And I realized that, in [the studio’s] defense, I hadn’t exactly played Mister Johnny Handgun or some guy who was a semi-sexy, charming, billionaire type guy who then you’re going to put in this big machine and believe that he’s going to kick ass and save the world. But I like proving grounds. I like those crucibles that people have to go through. I wouldn’t wish the anxiety of them on an enemy, but I also know that if I’d been spared a single one of them, I wouldn’t be where I am.”
Downey, 49, in sunglasses and baseball hat, oblivious to the look that registers on the face of each driver he leaves behind - son of a bitch, I’ve just been dusted by Iron Man! - is behaving like a movie star. Which is a good thing.
By Vanity Fair, Oct 2014, p. 138