A lot has been going on this week for my favorite actor, Gerard Butler. His new movie, "300," in which he stars, is premiering next weekend, and he's currently doing the rounds - Leno, Ferguson, WonderCon, HBO, and interview after interview after interview.
A lot of his fans have travelled to California to see him wherever they can this week. Some have gone for the red carpet premiere, which will be this coming Monday night, and some have gone to the tapings of the late night shows to catch a glimpse, if they can, of The Man Himself.
I just finished watching a video on YouTube where Gerry's trying to leave NBC Studios, and he is swarmed by a group of fans who had been standing there for what seemed ages just to see him. And then they did. He was surrounded, hugged, kissed, begged for photos and autographs and a few moments of his time.
As I watched the video, at first I thought it was terrible, that this was one of the reasons fans have a bad rap. The screaming, giddy, demanding shouts and calls, the hands reaching out for him... I cringed as the video went on, shaking my head at this behavior.
And then I thought, what if that were me standing there with those women, hoping beyond hope to catch a single glimpse of Gerry? What if that were ME standing there, knowing this might be my only chance to see him in the flesh...ever? Would I scream his name? Push through the crowd hoping to make eye contact with him? Would I turn into the stereotypical "fangirl" suddenly, taking on the mob mentality, begging him for attention? Knowing I would likely never see him in person again?
That's easy. No. Sure, I would call out his name, hope he'd turn and see me, throw out a distant whoo hoo, and then that would be it (unless of course he approached ME! LOL). I wouldn't even ask for an autograph. I'm just not an autograph person.
I'm so glad Gerry was able to handle it well. He seemed to genuinely try to take a moment for everyone who waited for him. He posed for photos, gave hugs and kisses, signed autographs and made his exit.
I could never have that life. I feel bad for him when I see this. But, as I'm sure he must also, I try to keep in mind where the fans are coming from.
As a fan myself, it's not such a stretch. LOL
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Ah, that fine line between fan appreciation and stalkerish tendencies. LOL.
I've resigned myself that I will only adore him from afar. That's okay. I'm perfectly happy to watch the progression of his career {but more importantly, his talent} from my living room, with the occasional side detour to celebrate with Those With Like Minds. ;> I'm excited to see a truly nice person ride the crest of his most cherished dream toward shore. I love to see good things happen to people who deserve them.
Would I scream and maul and beg for attention? Not my style. In fact, I'm not sure I'd be able to speak or move at all. Just... absorbing the very air that he breathed would be enough.
He is a man, first and foremost. It reminds me of a line from Notting Hill that I'm going to have to paraphrase because otherwise I'd butcher it: that fame is nothing more than an illusion, and when all is said and done, all you are left with is a real person with real feelings, real fears, real desires.
Madly :)
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