Oh, I’ve always admired them. I thought their life was cool – notwithstanding the hectic schedules, travels, sleepless nights, holidays away from family and so on. I thought it was cool that they could portray different people in different movies, adorn different costumes, dance to the most beautiful songs, have themselves projected on to huge screens, and have people rave and chant their names. Not to speak of the big money.
As usual when you see the other side of the story, you find it strange that you hadn’t seen it till now: wasn’t it very obvious and glaring right into your face?
I have worked with snobs (and others) of all kinds; I have also worked with people I adored and admired. But the first kind takes precedence here, the second are still too revered to be mentioned among the filth. I have had to say Howdy, and smile at and joke with and pat the nastiest ones on the back (even when my intestines were squirming) because they were part of my team. I thought that was really tough. And now when I watch movies where two people have to feign love and friendship, look longingly into each other’s eyes when they really don’t have any affection between them, I realise that my joking and smiling and Howdy-ing were nothing at all.
That’s why I say, these filmstars, their lives aren’t easy at all. They deserve our admiration and respect, not (only) for their larger than life presence, but for what they do uncomplainingly for the sake of their job.