Some Liked It Hot

Today I'm reposting an entry from March 22nd, 2009. I've never done this before, but it's in memorial to Tony Curtis, one of my all time favourite actors who died yesterday evening.

Friday we joined Spike and Divine for an evening of Hollywood glamour (or so I hoped). Hollywood Boulevard cinema in Woodridge was holding one of its celebrity events - Tony Curtis was in town for a screening of Some Like It Hot.
We arrived at 8 p.m. for a 9 p.m. screening of one of my favourite films. We decided not to pay $40 (!) for a signed autobiography, but waited patiently while we watched the line crawl by.
Just after nine we were told the showing would be a little late, and we ushered into another part of the cinema to wait. And wait.

"Are you sure this is worth it?" moaned Grumpy. "It's not like we haven't seen the film on TV a hundred times."
"But Tony's going to speak to the audience first," I said. "I've always like him." (Course I liked him slightly more when he was a drop dead gorgeous 30 year old rather than an about to drop dead 83-year-old in a wheelchair, but we all get older, I guess).
As the hours ticked by, Grumpy became more and more ticked off. The area we were waiting in was like some sort of sweaty holding bay, and quite a few of us definitely didn't like it so hot.
Eventually we got in at 10.40 p.m., way past Tony's bedtime I would have thought. However, you had to be impressed when he finally entered the auditorium, like Rocky after his final fight. The audience rose to their feet and he stopped and hugged fans. Not having any real royalty in this country, Hollywood stars are still the nearest they have and it was very touching to see. We've been to many book signings since we've been in the U.S, and usually the stars or authors will dash off a signature with all the warmth of someone writing a laundry list, so it was kind of gratifying to see how much time Tony had for the 600 or so people waiting in line.