Karl Urban Is Ready to Unlock the Next Level

Karl Urban walks into the room like a goddamn movie star. Meticulously coiffed hair, a brown-green henley that highlights his shoulders, piercing eye contact when his reflective Ray-Bans come off—this is who greets me with a hand extended outward in a midtown hotel lobby one drizzling April afternoon. For a man jet-lagged and whose body clock is still on New Zealand time (it's approximately 5 a.m. in the actor's brain), Urban, a spring chicken at 53 years old, is up, alert, and feeling great. He compliments my raincoat, a decades-old impulse buy from a New Jersey Macy's.