I first saw Rupert Everett when he exploded onto the London scene in the late 1970s. He was vegetating at a fancy dinner for Andy Warhol at the newly renovated Casserole restaurant on Kings Road. It used to be a nice ordinary restaurant, populated mainly by stoned members of the British aristocracy, where you could sit at wooden tables and indulge happily in your soup. Then Nicki Haslam, the social interior decorator, put billowing white tents on the roof, transforming the restaurant into a pretentious Bedouin-style setting.
‘The restaurant was full. There was nowhere to sit, but I was about to fall over, so I curled up on the edge of a bench and took a quick nap. A few minutes later I opened my eyes to find three extraordinary faces looking at me with amusement. Lady Diana Cooper wore a hat like a medium’s screen with long white tassels. Next to her sat Andy Warhol in a strange peroxide wig, perched upside down on her head, and Bianca Jagger was elegant and resplendent beside me with a delicious-smelling pomade in her hair. We introduced ourselves and I apologized with half closed eyes for the intrusion,” is a quote from “Red Carpets and other banana skins,” Rupert Everett’s recently published autobiography.
My memory says that Rupert stormed into the restaurant and brazenly dropped in next to Bianca and stole the show. All her eyes were on him as this handsome intruder chatted with her like there was no tomorrow. But “Red Carpets and other banana skins” is Rupert’s autobiography, not mine.
Rupert Everett is a talented actor whose role as Guy Bennett in “Another Country” in 1984 catapulted him to international stardom. Since then, he has periodically worked on stage, specifically for Glasgow Citizens, and appeared in countless ‘A’ list films including “Dance With A Stranger”, “The Madness of King George III” and wowed Hollywood with his work. in “My Best Friend’s Wedding,” in which he played Julia Robert’s gay best friend. In 2007, he will be seen in Matthew Vaughn’s new film “Stardust,” in which he co-stars with Robert de Niro and Michelle Pfeiffer, and in “Shrek III,” in which his distinctive voice reprises the role of the prince. blue.
Rupert (‘Roopie Poopie’ to his friends) is unlike most celebrities today who hire ghost writers to write their life stories. Unlike the Jordans of this world, he has physically written his autobiography, titled “Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins,” and has also done a very good job. He is primarily an actor, but his life story is so well written that he could easily become a professional writer if his parts run out. But, since he is a character actor as well as a leading man, that concept seems highly unlikely.
I gobbled up Rupert Everett’s exciting celebrity-studded life story. I couldn’t stop reading it. For me, I thought the first few chapters about his formative years were the most interesting. One really gets to know the writer when he writes amusingly about his childhood and upbringing: preparatory school, followed by Ampleforth, the Catholic public boarding school, where he was educated by monks. Rupert was raised by his upper class parents in “an old pink farmhouse with a moat, surrounded by the cornfields of Essex”. His father was a major in the Duke of Edinburgh’s Wiltshire Regiment before becoming a stockbroker. It’s surprising that Rupert turned out to be so artistic. But the first movie his mother took him to see was ‘Mary Poppins’, which made a big impression on him. In later years he would play Julie’s son Andrew in “Duet For One”.
“And then when Mary Poppins soared effortlessly into the movie, something changed forever. Did Julie Andrews look and behave a bit like my mother? Remember Rupert.
Rupert Everett’s resume boasts a string of beautiful brides, including a stormy love affair with Beatrice Dalle, the French actress. Unfortunately for female fans of his, he is totally gay now. His showbiz anecdotes about Dalle and his other famous girlfriends, namely Madonna, Julia Roberts, Sharon Stone, and Doniatella Versace, are insightful, which is hardly surprising, as these famous women are among the closest of friends. of the. Although Rupert didn’t shoot the dirt on his book, he made up for it by writing intrusive anecdotes about his famous friends. ‘Madonna barbequed at her beautiful house on the bay…it faced a vast expanse of sea and sky and had a strange, uninhabited feel. You wouldn’t know she lived there; there was nothing personal inside of it.’
Rupert is an astute observer and witty commentator on the wild escapades in his glamorous life. He definitely is a man who loves people and has the gift to write wittily about them without being vindictive or malicious. He also knows how to laugh at himself. When he tried internet dating, he writes: ‘In France at the time, there was a thing called a mintel, which was like a computer, connected to your phone. There was a screen and a keyboard and you could navigate online, so in the evenings I would get in touch with people from all over the region, then Mo and I would go out in the car with our map, to the villages in the Alpes-Maritimes, or somewhere Marseille suburb, only to discover that the young Olympian who had written so charmingly about his sexual agility was actually a plump baker who would have a hard time touching his toes, let alone anything else. Mo was his beloved black lab, and when he died, Rupert wrote so poignantly about the loss of his best friend that I cried.
“Red Carpets and other banana skins” is a well-written, fast-paced read about the exciting life of an iconoclastic actor, and who knows? A chapter of the book could one day be adapted for Rupert’s coming-of-age story. Ideally, he would like to make a film about his encounter with a drag queen in the Bois de Boulogne when he was a child. If the movie turns out to be as funny, vivid, exciting, and sophisticated as his autobiography, it will definitely be worth watching.
Copyright: 2006
