Source: Manly Daily
January 23, 2004
The man, the actor and his bodyguard
I never pictured myself turning into a star-struck idiot in the moment where I met Russell Crowe & Anthony Mundine lunching together on a sunny day in Manly.
Heh, I used to work as an entertainment reviewer; I didn't get star struck.
So we heard they might be in town and there they were at the Aqua Lounge. So what?
So I'd super coolly ask them some probing questions and Russ would ask me to star in his next movie and Anthony would tell me I was gorgeous and I'd gently smile and shake my head while keeping my professional and distanced demeanour.
"Um, excuse me, I just have to say hello, I think you're great, my husband's a fan, I'm a big fan,'' I false-started to Mundine, grasping his hand.
Ten angry big men. Please don't hit me. But Mundine smiled.
My mouth said something about him being a great ambassador for Aboriginal people and my father-in-law's belief he was so quick no one would beat him. I can't even remember what he said.
"Hi, what was your name?'' Russ asked. Oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself to Russell Crowe.
"You're like, my favourite actor and favourite sportsman at the same table,'' I blurted.
Shut up, shut up, ask something intelligent, I said to myself, but my mouth kept talking. Russ was laughing.
"So, what are you guys doing here together?'' was my last sensible question, when the actor infamous for his short temper with journos saw I needed help or I may never leave.
"Look, you want the story, this is it,'' he said.
Wearing a sleeveless top with "second to none'' on it, his arms seemed a lot smaller than in Gladiator.
"Oh yeah, the scoop, yeah,'' I said, look cool, not like a tabloid reporter, yeah. Mundine was eating pasta. I should remember that. Was that his plate? Should I ask? But Russ was talking.
"So we are having a relaxing lunch after kayaking from The Spit Bridge to here,'' he was saying, looking at my scrawled notes. Would one of them punch me if I continued like this?
My hand wouldn't write words.
"I'm so nervous my hand won't write,'' I said.
"It's OK, just calm down,'' Russell said. Russell Crowe interviews himself, I thought. Sigh. Maybe I should greet the other huge guys at the table, show I'm not just into celebs. No, not a good move.
"Heh, I'm giving you the story here,'' Russell said.
"Oh sorry, I'm not used to the celebrity order,'' I said, not even knowing what I meant by that."So how do you guys know each other?'' I asked for the third time.
"Mate, we go way back to Redfern days,'' Mundine said with a smile.
"I'm just waiting for him to give me a go in the ring,'' Russ chimed in. "But I'm a bit scared.''
"Yeah,'' I said. "I wouldn't mind a boxing lesson from him.''
Get a Hollywood scoop, I thought, turning to Russ.
"Heh, by the way I thought you were brilliant in Master and Commander, but The Insider was my favourite,'' I gushed.
No scoop, Russ completely uninterested. "I'm just waiting for him to take a broom and sweep the world,'' Russ said, turning the spotlight on to Mundine, who was beaming ear to ear. Fantastic teeth.
"So who won the kayaking?'' I asked at some stage.
"It wasn't a race,'' Mundine said, while Russ introduced me to a massive tank of a man sitting next to him who apparently was his bodyguard (ex-Sea Eagle Mark Carroll, our photographer said).
"So do you guys really know each other?'' I asked for the fourth time, as Russell flexed his arm nearest the camera for a posed photo. "Do you train together?''
I was getting the feeling there would be no invite to stay for lunch. So, cue to go, say something topical, ask if Mundine is training you for your new role as the famous boxer in Cinderella Man. Talk about Mundine's last win. Mention how I know a muso who played with him. Ask about his next movie. Something.
"Congratulations on your new baby,'' I said.
"Yeah, thanks,'' Russ said. At least I think he did, because I can't read any of my notes from this part of the conversation.
"OK have a great lunch, that was exciting, thanks,'' I said, or something just as sickening, as polite laughter followed us out the door of the Aqua Lounge and back to work.
Source: The Australian