Standing at the top of the steps at the Canne Film Festival, Ellen Page is looking down at a sea of black tuxes soaked in hundreds of flashing bulbs. An angelic gold dress hugs her tiny frame and delicate yellow earrings dangle from her softly made-up face. She looks nothing like the childish figure that first speckled our TVs nearly a decade ago.

The pint-sized Page is all grown up.

That moment last May in France, that moment that required her jewelry have its own bodyguard, that moment that was followed by celebrity-doused parties, and that moment that had Page thinking to herself, "Oh my god, this is unbelievable," just may have been the most surreal moment of her life.

But then, after what felt like just an instant, she was back in Brooklyn, walking to buy groceries with her friends. And that's Page, a down-to-earth Halifax-born girl who catapults into the extreme situations she finds herself wrapped up in, lands on two feet, and somehow stays grounded and modest throughout. When back home in our city, where she can be seen in her well-worn denim and layers of comfy cotton, that girl of the red carpet seems a universe away.

"There's really, in L.A., not a fantastic sense of relativity of what really, maybe, matters," she says. "And when you come home, you just kind of realize what reality is again. I like to just walk around, ride my bike and wash the dishes and pick up my dog's crap and wear the same thing everyday." Read more>>

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