| EXCLUSIVE
INTERVIEW: Guy Ritchie on Revolver |
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| The
NY Times Gets Madonna's Husband Out Of the House For A
While |
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| Briefly
enticing the occasional director of hyperkinetic gangster flicks away
from the time-consuming responsibility of making sure that his wife's
orphan acquisitions aren't repossessed by any disillusioned biological
family members while she's out shopping with the promise of some cocktails
at the Sunset Marquis bar, the Sunday NY Times spent a fascinating
"Night Out With" Madonna househusband Guy Ritchie, an encounter
which began with Ritchie demonstrating his martial arts skills to
an impressed reporter: |
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Guy Ritchie, the director, shown with his friend Bobby Rich, bottom,
in a jujitsu class in Beverly Hills. |
| "What's
so great about this," Mr. Ritchie said later, "is that with
the right technique, the little guy can overpower someone bigger than
himself." |
It’s
not exactly his theme song, but the implications of a little guy
beating the odds still applies to the nimble filmmaker. Mr. Ritchie
was a 30-year-old high-school dropout with severe dyslexia when
he won international attention for his first directorial effort,
the self-aware crime caper “Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.”
He had a son with Madonna and married her, and wrote and directed
a second film, “Snatch,” that featured Brad Pitt. His
remake of “Swept Away” starring Madonna (whom he speaks
of simply as “my wife”) was widely panned, but Mr. Ritchie
is hoping that his film “Revolver,” opening in the United
States this week, will improve his standing with American audiences. |
| At 8:30
p.m., with class over, Mr. Ritchie and a friend, Bobby Rich, chugged
water from paper cups at the water cooler. Both agreed that jujitsu
forced them to concentrate in ways that, say, tennis does not. |
| “Here,
if your thoughts stray,” Mr. Ritchie said, “you get choked.” |
| A few minutes
later, Mr. Ritchie, who has as much of a five o’clock shadow
as a blond man can claim, reappeared. He was dressed as if all his
other clothes were in the laundry, wearing a black polo shirt, baggy
blue Mao-style pants and brown-and-white sneakers. He and Mr. Rich
drove over to the Sunset Marquis, a West Hollywood rock-and-roll hotel
so established, it has its own recording studio. |
In
the Marquis’s softly lighted Whiskey Bar, they sat at a low
table with James Herbert, an editor of “Revolver,” and
noticed Cyndi Lauper seated at the bar with some friends. |
| How weird
do you think it must be to be a rock star?” Mr. Ritchie asked,
as if to establish his regular-guy credentials. |
| Neither
of his friends answered. After a waitress took drink orders, Mr. Ritchie
leaned over the table to whisper something. |
| “I’m
so glad we’re here,” he said with glee. “I never
go out.” Why not? “Because I’m married,” he
said. With a laugh, he added, “Oh, no, it’s because I
have kids.” |
About
five or six rounds later, as Slash, the top-hatted lead guitarist
of Guns N’ Roses and Velvet Revolver, sauntered in, Mr. Ritchie
was discussing how he now enjoyed “the toffee side of English
life.” It was a far cry from when he was “encouraged
to leave” boarding school at 15 for smoking cocaine sulfate. |
Now
he had just one obstacle left to overcome: his fear of horseback
riding. |
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“My wife refuses to go horseback riding with me because I’m
too slow,” he said. “I get on the horse. I get dry mouth.
And if I’m lucky, I trot. I’m hoping in the next few
years that I can speed up to a canter.” |
| Source:
NY Times by Jamie Diamond / Photo: Stephanie Diani / 12. 2. 2007 |
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