Andrew Garfield is on a media blitz. Social feeds are littered with clips of the Spiderman star flirting with Amelia Dimoldenberg on Chicken Shop Date; flirting with Florence Pugh on the press tour for their new film We Live in Time; crying on the Modern Love podcast about the transience of life and cooing over a litter of puppies who aren’t even cute in a BuzzFeed interview. Womankind has gone weak at the collective knees, spurred on by the news that Garfield recently split from his witch doctor girlfriend. They are calling him the consummate modern gent, the nemesis of the manosphere. But really, Garfield is championing a softboi renaissance and to me, it’s squirm-inducing and disingenuous.
I saw Garfield in the flesh last week at the UK premiere of We Live in Time – the one where he brought along a cardboard cutout of an absent Florence Pugh. He even hauled the thing onto the stage for a pre-film Q&A.
