For two years, I worked on an autobiographical show, "Size Matters," at
the then super-hot Westbeth Theater Center. Eddie Izzard did his first
major show, "Dressed To Kill" there. Many, many celebrities came to see
it. I found this email to my sister from 1998:
We went
downstairs for a drink after rehearsal [in the lobby]. And who should
come in but the English actor Alan Rickman (tall, huge face, very
obvious dyed chestnut hair). He was accompanied by a guy who I was sure
was William Kennedy Smith--the rapist Kennedy--and it seemed too weird,
as if the main reason they knew each other was some club for the
famous.
And then I see all the women around me go spastic, and I
turn and I'm next to JFK Jr. Sweaty and in workout gear! I swear to
God, I have never seen anyone have the effect on women he does. I bet
his dad had a similar effect. Our bartender, Beth was the only one
unaffected and was really annoyed as one woman after another came in and
collapsed against the bar. It was JUST like Elaine on "Seinfeld"! After he went into the theater, I watch the ushers and waitresses collapsing against each other in agonies of lust. Eddie's
girlfriend, this gorgeous Englishwoman named Christina, came in and
grabbed the bar, moaning, while Beth said, "what's wrong with you?"
Quite a scene!
I remember standing next to him, and talk about GUH...sorry Alan Rickman had no effect on me, but he had SERIOUS competition!!
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