Showing posts with label celebrities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label celebrities. Show all posts

His Name Is Bruce

Now, then. Bend me over a barrel of rum and call me Mary, if this isn't an exciting picture. I'm doing a passable impression of Napoleon right next to, for those who don't know, one of the foremost horror icons of our time. This is Mr Bruce Campbell - best known as the star of the Evil Dead movies, as well as the well-received Bubba Ho-Tep and a whole splendid slew of low-budgeters like Maniac Cop, Maniac Cop 2, The Man With The Screaming Brain and Alien Apocalypse. He also stars in the successful US TV show Burn Notice, which is currently taking up much of his time.

The occasion, last night, was the London press launch of his latest film My Name Is Bruce. Campbell directed and produced it in his home state of Oregon. If you've heard about Jean-Claude Van Damme's new meta-movie JCVD, then you might be forgiven for thinking they're similar. And they are, in the sense that each movie sees each star appearing as themselves and facing 'real-life' danger. Here's the difference: whereas My Name Is Bruce employs fun and humour, JCVD employs self-indulgence and tedium (disclaimer: a fair number of people seem to have enjoyed the wretched JCVD, so as always this is subjective. Your statutory rights are a mystery).

Campbell plays an Extras-style distorted version of the real Bruce, being a washed-up, womanising alcoholic Z-movie star who lives in a caravan while making Cave Alien 2. The local town of Gold Lick finds its meagre population dwindling further when an evil Chinese spirit (looking for all the world like a live-action Scooby Doo monster) starts chopping off hands, heads and generally reducing people's quality of life. The folk of Gold Lick misguidedly recruit Campbell to sort it all out, believing him to be a genuine monster-masher. He goes along with it all, thinking it's all a big hoot... then finds himself facing the homicidal, oriental fiend. Or as he memorably describes it as one point, "the one-ton wun-tun".

Despite ladling on some knockabout gore, it's a seriously funny piece of work, with a script (by Battlestar Galactica/Smallville's Mark Verheiden) ripping the piss out of Campbell, the fans, Hollywood and indie films. All affectionately, of course, as Campbell's love of the cheesy Z-flick comes plainly shining through. Fun, fun, fun. It also features some nice cameos from Evil Dead alumni, including Sam Raimi's brother Ted and Ellen Sandweiss.

Unsurprisingly, given Campbell's legendarily laidback and friendly nature, he turned out to be a pretension-free zone in person, chatting away, being funny and even giving me a pointer as to where to send one of my feature scripts. He told me that My Name Is Bruce took two years to make - in between shoots, he would go off and do other things. "Here's my rule of thumb," he said. "If you have a set release date on a film, then you ain't indie."

My Name Is Bruce gets a limited UK theatrical run from February 13. A loaded two-disc DVD setthen emerges through Anchor Bay Entertainment UK on March 2.

Fry Casts His Pod

If like me, you love Stephen Fry like the wonderful and deeply glorious uncle you never had, you'll be happy to hear that his first podcast has literally just gone online, tonight. Quite simply entitled Broken Arm, on account of detailing his recent injury in Brazil, it sees him talking conversationally and compellingly, as you'd expect.

While the great man claims to be "woozy" from painkillers, there's little evidence: he remains the most eloquently ticklesome human being in all Christendom. Witness - or rather, hear - his description of his snapped arm's radial nerve as looking like "an errant piece of spaghetti" on the X-Ray...

Very Special DWM Issue... ASK update... Sharon O Caption Challenge...

The latest issue of Doctor Who Magazine, out now in all good newsagents near you, is a very special piece of work. Not only because it has two of my features in it (the Sarah Jane Adventures cover story, and a piece celebrating robot dog K9's 30th birthday), but because it includes a contribution from a very helpful young man. Lucy's son Alf was kind enough to grant me a quote about how much he likes K9! What a star. He even opens the article, too...

This weekend, I'm feeling relieved. Decided to take a break from the ASK script over the last few days - not that I really had much choice, what with various bits of freelance work and heat mag temping to contend with. Anyway, as I printed out the rough draft last night, I was nervous that I would re-read it and weep. But thankfully, I like it. By the time I've finished with it this week, it will hopefully be a good, solid first draft. Then drafts two, three, six and indeed 27 will turn it into a right ol' diamond.

The highlight of this week was undoubtedly hanging around with Sharon Osbourne, backstage at Parkinson. By popular demand (well, Piers demanded it, and he's popular), here's a pic of me and Mrs O, walking down some stairs. If anyone would like to come up with a caption, or indeed try to guess the number of chins I have on display, then go right ahead...

Me And Parky? Besssht Mates

Y'know what? I spent my 20s travelling around and interviewing famous rock stars, but hardly ever got a picture of me with them - despite there being photographers permanently in the vicinity. So sod it. From now on, I'm being shameless. Here's me and chat-king Michael Parkinson, then, from last night. I followed Sharon Osbourne around backstage for next week's heat, before and after she appeared on his show. Which was fun! Good day to you.

Amazing Technicolor Dream-Quotes

This week, I was filmed by a BBC1 documentary crew, while interviewing Lee Mead, winner of the channel's Any Dream Will Do 'reali-talent' contest, for heat magazine. I hadn't been previously aware that the crew would be present, and filming the lion's share of my chat with Lee, so it put me on the back-foot a tad. The problem with situations like this, is that interviewees become aware of a boom-mike hovering unsubtly above their head and think they're being interviewed for a TV show (please do not swear) rather than a magazine (please do swear and be a little more forthcoming than you might be on the box).

All things considered, it turned out well. I was extremely glad that I had a nice shirt on - and especially that I'd had a haircut the day before. Wasn't happy about being caught with spectacles on, mind. So if you've been losing sleep over what I might look like with four eyes, your misery will be alleviated come Christmas and the Winner's Story special...

Jodie Marsh And Louis Theroux

They're getting married. Ho ho, just a bit of fun, there. Imagine that union of minds, eh?

I interviewed Jodie Marsh for heat magazine last month, after which I became the latest figure of derision on her online blog. On a MySpace bulletin, she described me as "the kind of man who looks like he's still a virgin at 45". Which I really objected to, what with me being 34.

Jodie's exciting new LivingTV show Get A Life has been dropped, after just two episodes - the second of which was witnessed by 11,000 people. Now, us folk with TV aspirations should know better than to bask in someone else's defeat. So I'll say no more. Maybe just wink. Surely winking can't make me a bad man.

As for Louis Theroux, I just saw his remarkable new doc, The Most Hated Family In America. Hitting BBC2 on April 1, it does indeed resemble an April Fool's gag, until the full horror sinks in. It's about the Westboro Baptist Church of Kansas, which despises all form of "fornication" between anyone other than a man and a woman, within wedlock. Fuelled by extreme homophobia, they picket the funerals of American soldiers, holding placards like 'Fag Troops' and 'God Hates Your Tears'. Yep, it's mad stuff. As ever, it's highly entertaining to see Theroux methodically chipping away at their ludicrous beliefs. Recommended.