... or indeed Ed Harris, if you're into the older man. All were assembled yesterday for the junket for their latest film The Way Back, the review of which you can read here.
My nearest and dearest headed over to London yesterday to partake in the junket, and had a lovely time interviewing the Faddler (they mostly bemoaned the budget), director Peter Weir, Jim Sturgess and Saoirse Ronan (the video results of which will be gracing the website any day now). Anyway, when he landed through the front door at 9.00pm last night, babbling incoherently about being near dead (he had to get up at 4am to make the flight over), I had to talk him down somewhat, brashly retorting that he wasn't nearly as tired as the individuals he was interviewing.
OK, in most cases, film stars get paid a wedge of money, but they'd want to be given the dirge PR junkets are for them. First, they have to sit in a darkened room all day answering questions before having to turn it on for the cameras. This they generally do well. See, we have Colin busting out some Blue Steel, Jim doing the Cha Cha Cha, while Ed engaged in some playful banter about strangling the photographers. Saoirse is a little more docile in the photos - well, she is a mere 16-years-old and therefore should only be subjected to a darkened room if she's just introduced herself to The Doors.
Then, after all that, they have to pretty themselves up for the red carpet. Repeat the answers to the questions they've been asked all day, except this time they've to do it in the cold - and sign autographs for a baying mob of fans. Ed Harris, being a wise old sort, didn't let this phase him. Maybe a touch of mania crept in, but he's allowed. Towards the end of the photo reel, we have Jim looking like he's going to nut the next person to shout at him, while Colin and Saoirse have left their own bodies.
Chin up, Colin. At least you didn't have to take your coat off in subzero temperatures. Such is the burden of the young actress.
