Brushes with greatness

Academy_Pass_DavidIt was 1993: the 65th Annual Academy Awards. Billy Crystal was hosting for the 4th consecutive time and the theme was the “Year of the Woman.” Imagine my luck… not long after moving from Indiana to Los Angeles and I had a backstage pass to the Oscars! How did I get there?

I worked for the restaurant company that put on the big Governor’s Ball dinner party right outside the show in a huge white tent. My job was to produce a video documentary of our chefs behind the scenes. My cameraman Nick had a giant 1980’s video camera on his shoulder and I had the microphone. We were supposed to shoot only in the kitchen tent areas, but something caught my eye over by the entrance.

“Hey Nick, why is that area roped off over there?”

“Dude, that’s the red carpet.”

“You mean THE red carpet…where the limos arrive? C’mon, let’s go check it out!!”

It was still early in the afternoon and for some reason the security guard was not at his post.

Nick warned me,  “Dude… we are SO gonna get busted for this.”

“Hey relax! We have a camera and a mike… and we’re wearing tuxedos. We’ll blend!!”

We snuck through the entrance and squeezed into a spot on the press platform right between Entertainment Tonight and Telemundo, and waited for the fun to begin.

The parade of stars was a collision of colognes, Botox and breath mints, and they all passed less than 4 feet in front of us. There was Bob Hope. Yes, THE Bob Hope. Geena Davis, who is MUCH taller than she appears on screen. Sylvester Stallone… who was much SHORTER than he looked in Rambo.

And then there was Matthew Broderick, Ferris Bueller himself. I had stood there long enough to begin to believe I was a real reporter. I yelled out, “Matthew! Matthew!! What does the Year of the Woman mean to you?“ He just smiled and said “That has to be the DUMBEST question I’ve heard all day.”  And even though he was right, he could have used a little more tact.

I got to see this “great” procession of stars up close, and many of them seemed like genuinely nice people. But many others were just going through the motions with forced smiles, put-on personalities and pushy publicists. I began to feel like I was no longer in the presence of greatness. These “larger than life” figures were really just “life-sized.”

So what do you think? Many Hollywood stars may do some great things in their personal lives, but is celebrity the true measure of greatness? Just because everyone knows your name does it mean that you’re necessarily worth knowing?

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4 Comments on “Brushes with greatness”

  1. Claire Says:

    First of all, how fun that you got to call out to Ferris–I mean, Matthew Broderick. People are people. However, it makes me sad that even though they have what appear to have fascinating lives, they don’t get to just live life. They have to keep up an appearance, never have a wrinkle or be caught without makeup lest they find themselves on the front of a tabloid magazine. It appears that their who lives are a show. Kind of wears me out. I don’t think being a celebrity is a true measure of greatness. It means you’re good at SOMETHING, but I think there’s a big cost to it.

  2. davidgoad Says:

    You are right, Claire. Their lives are open to constant scrutiny and that can be tough. But I think manycelebrities would rather be covered by the media than forgotten by them.

  3. Doug Says:

    I don’t know which is more sad – the “star” who has no sense of self-value and must define themself in terms of what other people think of them, or the “fan” who trades away time living their own life to live vicariously through the “star”.

  4. Julie Turner Says:

    They are just people… and just like everyday people, some are great and some are ehhh… it’s not their celebrity status that makes them!

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