My fixation with Johnny Depp, who is in low hours after the final sentence of mistreatment for the attacks on his ex-wife Amber Heard (she has done better since she is with Aquaman, water has always been better than absinthe), comes from When, when I came out of seeing
California Dreamin,
a friend told me that we looked alike: "The same, hey." "Johnny and you alike, hey." It is true that in that film it reminds me of myself as a young man when I was idealistic and people asked me if I had red skin blood. I certainly look more like Johnny Depp than Jerry Lewis, who was also dating. On the other hand, I do not remember the actor in A
Nightmare on Elm Street,
his debut, a film in which I ended up interviewing everyone - director Wes Craven and protagonist Robert Englund, aka Freddie Krueger - except him. I also don't remember him going out in
Platoon
(Private Gator Lerner, wounded in an ambush).
He is an innocent perversion and in this I don't think he is very different from Depp himself, who likes to disguise himself as whatever. My best characterizations, not me but my audience, have been Depp as Jack Sparrow, as a Native American with a bandana, Depp dry stick (people took selfies with me, I swear) and Berto Romero as Depp in the great
sketch
of the comedian posing as the actor while Buenafuente interviewed him and he passed an oily churro over his hair ("my secret is to mess up a bit"). Well, after 25 years of goofing around the other day I ran into him. It was in the framework of the BCN Film Festival, in a press conference first and then in an interview in which we were only five media, without cameras and very
tête à tête
with the actor. I thought carefully about how to go. The body asked me to retrieve the Sparrow costume, but they still wouldn't let me in.
I opted (at heart we are cowards) to dress casual but discreet and let the naturalness of my appearance emphasize the resemblance, to see if I captured it. I even took a few drops of Sauvage by Dior from a sample packet I kept from ICON that I think was expired because it smelled of buffalo. When Depp appeared, I couldn't keep my pulse from racing. Up close it is as you imagine it: it seems that he has put everything he has found in the dark closet and then slept dressed. It also seems that he has not had time to shower (which would be strange because he made us wait more than an hour), and that he has attacked the minibar like Eduardo Scissorhands the hedges. She wore a cap like a potato sack and rings, bracelets, earrings, and necklaces that would be enough to supply all the filibusters in Port Royal.
He showed signs of culture by quoting Baudelaire and the albatross from
The Old Mariner's Rhyme
, and he was wonderful at talking about transcendent things, all while giving the impression that he had had something. When we were in petit committee he was friendly and gave me the impression that he was looking at me as if I sounded like him. That encouraged me to take a selfie with him. He hugged me without reservation and I took advantage of the intimacy to whisper into his ear between the earrings:
"We have an air, isn't?"
. She wrinkled her nose gracefully, as Sparrow does (perhaps detecting Sauvage's remains), and just looked at me with a tipsy smile. I have taken it as a yes. The next time I play Johnny Depp, it's going to be seen.
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