Pedro Pascal is not here to play it safe, stay quiet, or politely sip rosé on the French Riviera while fascism flirts with the spotlight.
The 50-year-old daddy of the internet—and apparently, now of dusty Westerns—pulled up to the 2025 Cannes Film Festival looking like he just walked off the set of a spaghetti Western shot on Mars. He was there to premiere Eddington, a politically-charged cowboy showdown of a movie directed by master of “WTF did I just watch?” Ari Aster. Naturally, someone asked the obvious: “Pedro, you nervous about heading back to the U.S. after starring in a movie that basically calls out Trump’s immigration policies with a flaming megaphone?”
Pedro, never one to shrink from drama (he was in The Last of Us, after all), responded with the kind of mic-drop energy that made the room collectively clutch its pearls and applaud.
“Fear is how they win. Keep telling stories. Keep expressing yourself. Keep fighting to be who you are. F–k the people who try to make you scared. Fight back. This movie is my way of doing that. Don’t let them win.”
🔥🔥🔥 SIR.
But he didn’t stop there. He went full heart-on-sleeve mode, opening up about his own immigrant story like he was delivering the emotional monologue in the third act of an Oscar-bait biopic.
“I’m an immigrant. My parents were refugees from Chile. We had to run from a dictatorship. We got asylum in Denmark, then came to the U.S., where I was lucky enough to grow up,” he shared, probably while making half the room misty-eyed and the other half want to call their moms.
He made it clear: he’s not just playing the part of a man fighting for justice on screen—he’s lived it. And he’s not about to let anyone, especially politicians with bad tans and worse policies, tell him—or anyone else—who belongs.
Meanwhile, the film Eddington is shaping up to be a yeehaw-fueled powder keg of small-town tension, featuring a sheriff-vs-mayor showdown that turns neighbors into enemies faster than you can say “pass the popcorn.” With Joaquin Phoenix, Emma Stone, and Austin Butler in the mix, this movie is basically the Avengers of indie Westerns—but with more moral ambiguity and, probably, more dust.
Pedro Pascal is still the king of cool, Eddington sounds like a rootin’-tootin’ allegory for our times, and if anyone tries to silence your story, just remember Pedro’s advice: F-bombs and fight back.
Yeehaw, revolution-style. 🤠💥🇺🇸
