Here’s Rupert Everett sporting Asics in London a few weeks ago where he’s preparing to star in a new stage production of Amadeus in London. When Rupert promotes, some awful things come out of his mouth. He’s a miserable, self-loathing beast who keeps mentioning his own gay actor status as a reason for actors to never come out of the closet. He mocks gay men and says gay fathers are the worst. He also makes fun of fat people and will generally whine to any outlet that will listen about how tough his life is. Rupert is in fine form for this Telegraph interview, and he (sort of) admits that his own harsh attitude did in his career. But he still blames most of his problems on being gay:
Does he feel misunderstood? “Not exactly. You can only understand the disaster of your own case yourself. You can’t ever expect the world to see everything about yourself in the way that you do — certainly in terms of conducting a career as a homosexual in showbusiness. Not so much now, maybe, because I’m older. It’s not such a threatening problem. But all through my career it was a huge issue.”
He still regrets coming out as an actor: “There’s a whole side of my business now which clicks its fingers for world peace and equal rights. Movie stars and directors and studios spend a lot of money promoting human rights and being charitable in Africa but, actually, in their own backyard, they really don’t accept that any of these things is happening. So people mostly said to me: ‘Oh, but you’ve been so difficult and you’ve blown everything for yourself, you’ve sabotaged your own career.’ To a certain extent, it’s true, but to a certain extent, it isn’t. There’s only a certain amount of mileage you can make, as a young pretender, as a leading man, as a homosexual. There just isn’t very far you can go.”
On his AIDS fear: “AIDS in the Eighties was a very, very scary thing. There were people walking around with the disease that looked like the undead. Terrifying. I spent the first six years of my career thinking that any minute now I would probably come out with it. The first 10 years of my career were conducted with this interior hysteria of terror. In one sense, it made everything unpleasant. With every lens, I was wondering if they were going in too tight on what I might be hiding. I was very lucky, considering my very sl-ttish behaviour, never to get HIV. But I always thought I had it. I can look at films I’ve been in and see in my face this sheer terror.”
Fame is “addictive”: “You get so many things given to you and you take them for granted almost straight away. Getting into restaurants. Having people be nice to you on the bus. You think that’s how everyone is to everyone. One of the great things about mine is that it’s been so cyclical, I’ve always been so up one minute and then so down. I learnt pretty quickly there was no point going on with ‘successful me’ when I was being a failure. I learned how to move into ‘humble me.'”
Is he vain? “Not so much now. I want to be treated with a certain respect. That’s a vanity. I’m not vain about the way I look, particularly.”
He has facial blood injections every 4 months: “They put it through a Magimix, turn it into plasma and inject it back in. It’s really good for your skin. Blood is the new thing. What you really want to have, if you’re rich, is someone with your blood group running high up in the mountains all day long and sending you down their blood, deliciously oxygenated, which you can inject in various parts of your body. I’d advise you to inject the whole of your face with blood — it will make it look radiant. Then I would have a little bit of laser, which is very good for tightening.”
[From Telegraph]
Most of this interview is just Rupert making an a-hole out of himself as usual. He does talk about how he craves cocaine and gave up weed for Amadeus because he needed to learn his lines (LOL). I am amused at how Rupert claims to no longer be vain and then launches into a discussion about “vampire facials.” They’ve been popular for a few years, but I’ve never heard of “rich” people ordering extra-oxygenated blood from high-altitude dwellers. It makes sense. Olympians often train at altitude for good reason — because it helps you develop a higher red blood cell count. Now Rupert is applying it to his “radiant” skin. Or so he says. Fascinating.
Photos courtesy of Fame/Flynet & WENN
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