Friday, May 13, 2005
AZURA SKY
The highlight of my short-lived career as an entertainment journalist wasn’t the press conference for Michael Mann’s Insider, or the one on one interview with Christopher Plummer. Getting a phone call from Glenn Danzig made me to squeal like a little girl, but even that experience paled in comparison to sitting next to the actress who- at the time- was at the top of my “Celebrities I would very much like to (censored)” list.
I was doing the press junket for Sandra Bullock’s 28 Days, and on the morning of the roundtable interview I made it a point to arrive early at the hotel suite. Roundtable interviews were held in a tiny room at a table with six chairs. There would be a card on the table indicating where the talent would sit, and the writers would sit in the other chairs. I sat next to the card reading “Azura Skye.”
Celebrities are usually a bit of a disappointment when you see them in person. Like Milla Jovovich- she’d fueled many a masturbatory fantasy ever since I saw her in the Fifth Element, so I was surprised by how plain she looked in real life. Same goes for Matt Damon: I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’d rubbed one out while watching Good Will Hunting, then I come to find out that the guy’s like, 3ft tall.
Azura Skye did not disappoint. As she sat on my right, fielding questions from the other writers, I just sat there gawking at her like she was a magical unicorn with wings made out of stardust. It felt so surreal to- within the span of one year- go from religiously tuning in to a crappy WB sitcom every week just to catch a glimpse of her, to sitting right beside her in this tiny hotel room. I was so nervous. The night before I’d scribbled a bunch of questions into my notepad, but I only managed to ask her one. It was the same lazy question asked of every TV actor whose ever promoted a film (“So which do you like better? Making a movie or doing a TV show?”). I spent a great deal of the thirty-minute interview fixated on her left hand as she nervously played with the cap to a discarded water bottle. I’d never seen a hand so slender and delicate. I was pretty sure that if push came to shove, I could take her in an arm wrestling match.
I was doing the press junket for Sandra Bullock’s 28 Days, and on the morning of the roundtable interview I made it a point to arrive early at the hotel suite. Roundtable interviews were held in a tiny room at a table with six chairs. There would be a card on the table indicating where the talent would sit, and the writers would sit in the other chairs. I sat next to the card reading “Azura Skye.”
Celebrities are usually a bit of a disappointment when you see them in person. Like Milla Jovovich- she’d fueled many a masturbatory fantasy ever since I saw her in the Fifth Element, so I was surprised by how plain she looked in real life. Same goes for Matt Damon: I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’d rubbed one out while watching Good Will Hunting, then I come to find out that the guy’s like, 3ft tall.
Azura Skye did not disappoint. As she sat on my right, fielding questions from the other writers, I just sat there gawking at her like she was a magical unicorn with wings made out of stardust. It felt so surreal to- within the span of one year- go from religiously tuning in to a crappy WB sitcom every week just to catch a glimpse of her, to sitting right beside her in this tiny hotel room. I was so nervous. The night before I’d scribbled a bunch of questions into my notepad, but I only managed to ask her one. It was the same lazy question asked of every TV actor whose ever promoted a film (“So which do you like better? Making a movie or doing a TV show?”). I spent a great deal of the thirty-minute interview fixated on her left hand as she nervously played with the cap to a discarded water bottle. I’d never seen a hand so slender and delicate. I was pretty sure that if push came to shove, I could take her in an arm wrestling match.
