Celebrities spend months and months making a film behind closed doors. The films they star in are shown to the population of the earth. I’ll bet at least 2 billion people
watch their films. That’s a lot when it’s just you and two billion people. Inevitably you have to make sacrifices to how many people you can meet in a given day without getting
tired of meeting people over and over and over and over. I receive lots of mail from fans of Mark Wahlberg that mistakenly send mail to my old email address
thinking it’s going to him. About 99% of the mail is fan love mail (i.e. ”i love you!!!!!1′) and the other 1% might possibly be something I need to forward on like another
celebrity or personal contact trying to get in touch with him. I myself am a human filter for this stuff, so I can imagine that the source himself would be getting the same
kind of communications, only several hundred times over. I don’t know if I ever want that, although it would be nice to be recognized by total strangers, and hopefully, have
your work complimented. However, since there are two billion people coming at you, the potential for crazies, dingbats, psychos, and freaks is very high. Just like the old
saying goes, if you put 100 monkeys in a room with a typewriter for a thousand years, they’ll eventually write something legible. Hmmm. This sounds like a blatant
Planet of the Apes promo. Good movie, by the way. Go see it.
Went to Rock Star last night. Hilarious. The foreshadowing and recurring themes were very clever. I liked it a lot. The music was great as well, although I like the fact
they didn’t press the fact that the film was set in the 1980s. Mark Wahlberg carried the film and was completely believable in the role of Chris Cole, a xerox machine repairman
that sings for a tribute band called Blood Polution. Chris’ band replicates all the looks, moves, and sounds of a huge megametal band called Steel Dragons. One thing leads to
another and eventually Chris is offered the chance to sing for Steel Dragons.
Anyway, I’ll skip the full on review. The movie was very funny and well done. Produced by George Clooney (who I didn’t see at the premiere) and directed by Stephen Herek,
the movie was filmed nearly two years ago so it’s very nice to finally see it.
Who did I meet or come into fairly close contact with? Marilyn Manson (who had a very cute goth chick girlfriend that I was instantly attracted to), Vince Neil (I’m taller than
him, nyah, nayh), LL Cool J (told him I loved his stuff — he was awesome), Everclear (”Come on dude, sing that Father of Mine song a little bit), Brad Pitt
(The Man), Jennifer Aniston (hottie), Fred Durst (he’s a regular guy), Quintin Tarantino (he’s a big hulking guy, I had no idea),
Matthew Perry (he had a sunburn just like me, I felt a bond) and, of course, Mark Wahlberg (he was very kind and met with all of us very briefly before ducking out of the club).
During the screening there was a scene set in a club where his character and Jennifer Aniston’s character make out with lots of
beautiful people. When the scene faded to black, a single person was clapped out loud — Mark Wahlberg. 🙂
The afterparty was at the House of Blues on
Sunset which required a
short drive. Sarah Lum and Eric Weinstein (aka E-Factor), my contacts for the site, were very cool and accomodated the group I was with by getting us in past the long lines
waiting to get in. We didn’t get a lot of photos of Mark because we were stuck upstairs in the VIP room (oh, it was so terrible… not) while Mark was downstairs (unbeknownst to
us) in the big room. We also met
Ron Jeremy, worlds most famous pr0n star, as well as witnessing the historic first meeting of Ron Jeremy and Brad Pitt.
By the way, Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston are going to make some
pretty babies one day. I just want to point that out. Jennifer… babe. Brad Pitt… well, put it this way, I wouldn’t mind if some supernatural cosmic force caused us to switch bodies.
I’m sure Brad would be pissed with mine, plus he probably isn’t ready to create screen navigation models and HTML prototype screens. I’d be nice to him and let him live in the
bungalow while me and Jennifer made home movies. Heheh. Heh. Ahem. Right. Uhhh…
There were actually so many rock stars there that I need to go visit the Yahoo photo section and figure out who was who and who I missed.
It’s annoying to recognize someone but not remember their
name. The only way to prepare for something like that is to memorize what *every* celebrity looks like. Where are Joan and Melissa Rivers when I need them?
More later. All this and I went to Disneyland and Venice Beach, too.
