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Rupert Everett’s not shy when it comes to the ladies. The leading kind, that is. The out Brit actor had a few choice words about those iconic women who helped him light up the silver screen.
Julie Andrews, “Duet For One”: “I love Julie Andrews. She’s the first star I came across and she never disappointed in the flesh.”
Julia Roberts, “My Best Friend’s Wedding”: “Also never disappointed in the flesh. I never really knew Julia Roberts, to be honest, before working with her. The kind of films she made weren’t really my kind of films. She smells a bit of sweat, which I like. I don’t like people who smell of deodorant and cinnamon-flavored lip gloss.”
Sharon Stone, “A Different Loyalty”: “Brilliant. And funny. And beautiful.”
Reese Witherspoon, “The Importance of Being Earnest”: “When we worked together her husband was working on another film and – she was very nice. I didn’t really get to know her terribly well, to be honest. Very good actress, though.”
A Few Words From The Writer
Rupert Everett: My relative? Wishful thinking.
But still, during our candid convo, the English actor perked up when I told him I’m Maltese. Everett, who’s featured in a photo of his memoir “Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins” as a young boy with his grandfather in Malta, quickly retorted: “What are you doing in Michigan?”
Often, Rupert, I ask myself the same question.
I told him I’ve never dished out the grand it would cost to fly there. Perhaps my viens would be bleeding loot had I became a well-known actor (and skipped the Madonna bomb). Instead, I interview them for a smaller – a much smaller – salary.
“You’ve never been? How weird!” he says, sounding shocked.
The 47-year-old was conceived in Malta, where his granddad was in the English navy and his father in the English army, in a “pretty” little town called Mdina. He urges me to travel to the Mediterranean island before it becomes any more McDonald-ized.
His advice: “Keep writing.”