Post by sassenach on Oct 7, 2009 13:30:36 GMT -5
Hi ladies !
That's the first half of an interview i found on a Greek magazine. I found it quite Gerrylicious !
The second -and last - half will follow soon.
Hugs to everyone!
Girls….here’s the Butler!
I left for London with a dozen of proposals for GB – no, not all of them were marriage proposals nor they were all mine. Strangely enough I brought him all of them, since our brief yet exciting encounter too place at the opening of TUT and I ought to be sincere.
The story begins like a typical joke: A German, an Austrian, a Croazian, a girl from Russia and another from Greece found themselves in a Dorchester suite, waiting for the actor who had impersonate Dracula, Attila, the Phantom of the Opera and the Spartan king Leonidas. The Croazian guy had promised to ask all the “naughty” questions, while the German is going to ask him everything about style.
Half an hour later, no one has asked what intended to, the gentlemen are giggling like 20 y.o. lassies and the ladies have forgot their name completely.
G.B. ( on entrance) :
Since morning I’m trying really hard to find a way of making an impressive entrance. I intended to enter with a serum in my arm, like a half dead man or munching and spitting tobacoo or….
- ….Or you could order for everyone a really traditional Scottish breakfast as the hard core Scot fishermen take….like cod and….( at this point I realize he’s staring at me for about 7 seconds and I start stammering) ….er…I mean what’s the Scots fishermen usually drink for breakfast ?
GB:
….hmm…let me think for a while ( he mimics my voice) “What’s the Scots fishermen use to drink for breakfast ?”
Probably whiskey….and at noon ? Whiskey….And the night guards in a hospital ? Whiskey again…I thought everyone knows that!
Everybody bursts out laughing and the German guy wants to hear the joke G. told to R.L. the director of TUT and convinced him that he was the male hero they wanted.
GB:
It was about a gay who goes to a grocery store….
Well, my jokes are long and difficult in translation. Allright, I’ll tell you one yet I’d prefer not to publish it. Oh, I’m sure this interview will be the end of my career…..What the hell….i’ll tell you one more….
Butler speaks as if he’s performing stand up comedy , his high light being the moment when he pelts all his “bad language” repertoire and one of his publicists enters the room just to make sure the journalists haven’t attack their star.
The Austrian guy grabs the opportunity:
- What do the men really want ?
GB:
In real terms ? I have no idea. But I can tell you what men want in our movie – what we tell the audience they want. Same things like women: Companionship and love. Yet, in first stage they won’t say no to something that stimulates them, such as savoring a woman’s curves.
In the movie there are some really ugly truths, one of them being that initially men want different things than women. Me, on the other hand, I’m not so sure.
Some days ago I was in a hotel at L.A. and the girls from P.R. office kept disappearing every now and then. When I asked them where did they go to, they enlightened me that the football players of Inter ( * an Italian football/soccer team) were at the hotel and the girls kept wondering around at the lobby, entering with them at the elevators just to “check them”.
So I asked them: “ And what are you checking at, if you’re kind enough to tell me ?”
“Well…you know….the back side view…..shoulders….arms and the stuff.”
“Great!” I said. …”….whilst me, I have to apologize for every guy who’s staring to a woman in tight jeans and mini skirt!”
- What do you first notice in a woman ? (or in a man that is – if that’s the case it’s good news for some of us – a journalist adds)
GB:
Her legs. Yet I’m always looking for something in her eyes. I’m looking for what’s reflecting in her eyes : passion, mischief, kindness, self confidence, sensitivity… Every time I’m attracted by something different yet I’m always searching it in the eyes…
That's the first half of an interview i found on a Greek magazine. I found it quite Gerrylicious !
The second -and last - half will follow soon.
Hugs to everyone!
Girls….here’s the Butler!
I left for London with a dozen of proposals for GB – no, not all of them were marriage proposals nor they were all mine. Strangely enough I brought him all of them, since our brief yet exciting encounter too place at the opening of TUT and I ought to be sincere.
The story begins like a typical joke: A German, an Austrian, a Croazian, a girl from Russia and another from Greece found themselves in a Dorchester suite, waiting for the actor who had impersonate Dracula, Attila, the Phantom of the Opera and the Spartan king Leonidas. The Croazian guy had promised to ask all the “naughty” questions, while the German is going to ask him everything about style.
Half an hour later, no one has asked what intended to, the gentlemen are giggling like 20 y.o. lassies and the ladies have forgot their name completely.
G.B. ( on entrance) :
Since morning I’m trying really hard to find a way of making an impressive entrance. I intended to enter with a serum in my arm, like a half dead man or munching and spitting tobacoo or….
- ….Or you could order for everyone a really traditional Scottish breakfast as the hard core Scot fishermen take….like cod and….( at this point I realize he’s staring at me for about 7 seconds and I start stammering) ….er…I mean what’s the Scots fishermen usually drink for breakfast ?
GB:
….hmm…let me think for a while ( he mimics my voice) “What’s the Scots fishermen use to drink for breakfast ?”
Probably whiskey….and at noon ? Whiskey….And the night guards in a hospital ? Whiskey again…I thought everyone knows that!
Everybody bursts out laughing and the German guy wants to hear the joke G. told to R.L. the director of TUT and convinced him that he was the male hero they wanted.
GB:
It was about a gay who goes to a grocery store….
Well, my jokes are long and difficult in translation. Allright, I’ll tell you one yet I’d prefer not to publish it. Oh, I’m sure this interview will be the end of my career…..What the hell….i’ll tell you one more….
Butler speaks as if he’s performing stand up comedy , his high light being the moment when he pelts all his “bad language” repertoire and one of his publicists enters the room just to make sure the journalists haven’t attack their star.
The Austrian guy grabs the opportunity:
- What do the men really want ?
GB:
In real terms ? I have no idea. But I can tell you what men want in our movie – what we tell the audience they want. Same things like women: Companionship and love. Yet, in first stage they won’t say no to something that stimulates them, such as savoring a woman’s curves.
In the movie there are some really ugly truths, one of them being that initially men want different things than women. Me, on the other hand, I’m not so sure.
Some days ago I was in a hotel at L.A. and the girls from P.R. office kept disappearing every now and then. When I asked them where did they go to, they enlightened me that the football players of Inter ( * an Italian football/soccer team) were at the hotel and the girls kept wondering around at the lobby, entering with them at the elevators just to “check them”.
So I asked them: “ And what are you checking at, if you’re kind enough to tell me ?”
“Well…you know….the back side view…..shoulders….arms and the stuff.”
“Great!” I said. …”….whilst me, I have to apologize for every guy who’s staring to a woman in tight jeans and mini skirt!”
- What do you first notice in a woman ? (or in a man that is – if that’s the case it’s good news for some of us – a journalist adds)
GB:
Her legs. Yet I’m always looking for something in her eyes. I’m looking for what’s reflecting in her eyes : passion, mischief, kindness, self confidence, sensitivity… Every time I’m attracted by something different yet I’m always searching it in the eyes…
thanks sassi...great interview. sounds lively... 
) I imagine it was very important for them to see such an heroic part of their history on screen. And them being a nation that contributed so much to the humanity. 
<--- This is Sassenach !!!)
