"She stamped her foot in a sexy pastiche of exasperation."
If you love sentences like this, you'll love this interview with Madonna's old "Next Best Thing" co-star Rupert Everett. Among other things, he reveals that he actually met Madge years ago, during the Sean Penn years, and had been dying to work with her--that's the only reason he did "NBT," actually. But beyond wanting to work with her, he also wanted to kill her because he thought Madge might be Satan. This revelation occurred after hearing Madonna's "Justify My Love" at a bar he was working at.
The song ended and the DJ chimed in with some very disturbing news. ‘If you play that last track backwards, apparently there is a message to Satan,’ he said. ‘Just listen to this.’ A weird noise groaned over the radio as the track babbled backwards and then a deep voice said: ‘I. Love. You. Satan.’
My blood went cold. This was it. Madonna was Satan. I had been sent to kill her. It all made sense. My fascination with her . . . my Catholic background back in England . . . I could hear the abbey bells at Ampleforth, my old school, ringing in my head. The feeling subsided but I was quite shocked by my reaction. I only had to be two or three degrees more bitter and neurotic about my life, and there could have been an explosion.
He also provides luscious description of the Material Girl's physical transformation. (And if any of you ever write like this about my physical transformation, I will hunt you down.)
The original Material Girl, with her puppy fat and boot-boy legs squeezed into a tutu, was a vague whispering wind around this new alabaster goddess with her swimmer’s shoulders and tiny waist. Everything about her had changed, and what hadn’t had been carefully wrapped in psychological Clingfilm and locked inside an interior fridge.
Seriously, the dude can dish, and the dude can write. One of the best "I was there" type stories I've ever read. Check it out.



I just saw NBT the other day on tv (Yeah Israel tv that shows crap all day!). OMG! Awful! I was embarrassed for them, for me, for everyone involved with that film. Madonna can't act. There. I said it.
Posted by: John Boy | September 06, 2006 at 01:08 AM