Entertainment Weekly
RUMOUR FILE:
Meltdown on the moors
Rumour has it that the crew working on the newWyldefragrance campaign felt the heat on the moors and it had nothing to do with the weather.
The tension emanating from its leads,Wyldegirl Catherine Earnshaw,and man of the moment, Heath Earnshaw, was a well-calculated gamble by advertising agency, Nolan & Associates.
Ironically both Earnshaws are engaged to the successful Linton siblings – model Isabella and her brother, director Edgar. Must be something in the water on those moors,they all originated from the area.
Rumour has it that there was much glaring, staring and aloofness between Catherine and Heath but when the scenes demanded contact, the steam was rising. This is one campaign that is going to be very, very interesting.
Add to this that Catherine is tipped to be nominated for a best-supporting actress in the pending BAFTA list and Heath Earnshaw’s performance inThe Meaning of Nothingis tipped to see him get a nod in the best actor category. Edgar Linton should also be up for a director gong.
We might just see the four of them together sooner rather than later – at the award ceremony.
Now that would be hot!
Part 4
Chapter 34– Reviews and awards
He was everywhere I turned – Heath. With his co-star, Trinity Bailey, or with director Nadim Ramirez promoting their film,The Meaning of Nothing.Got to hand it to whoever did their publicity, it was better than the publicist Edgar used for my—our film—Between Night and Day. There was award buzz around Heath’s film and the reviews were amazing. Despite his dislike for the medium, Heath had no problem shifting from the stage to celluloid. I knew he could pull it off … be as convincing on screen as he was on stage if he could just get over his impatience and deal with the craft.
Imagine if we were together now reading our reviews. Imagine if we were going together to award ceremonies. I couldn’t picture this new us now – would we be competitive or jealous if one of us won and the other didn’t? If he won on film and I didn’t win, would I be angry given I was the one who wanted film the most? Would it destroy us if I took the award home and he didn’t? Would he blame me for pushing him to film and ruining his ‘reputation’? It could be an ugly picture or a beautiful outcome – I guess we’ll never know now.
I decided not to look at his reviews and then I looked at one and suddenly it was an avalanche, I couldn’t get enough. The critics claimed he nailed the portrayal of an artist who murdered his muse when inspiration dried up – I wonder who he was channelling when it came to that twisted thought. I scanned down the reviews picking out the stand-out lines:
Earnshaw makes us love him and hate him as he delivered victimisation and vengeance in equal measure.
A mesmerising lead performance; show this to the jury and the artist would never be convicted.
Harrowing and haunting, Earnshaw’s performance will stay with you long after you leave the cinema.
Earnshaw morphed into the character with alarming clarity.
Brilliant and unforgettable, Earnshaw’s performance is a stand-out.
I felt a wave of pride and I wanted to call and congratulate him, but I couldn’t of course. What would be the point of that? What pain would it cause him and me? I felt relieved and proud, like it or not, I was right. His profile was larger than life, he could command the roles he wanted to do now and draw an audience if he went back to the stage.
All hail, Heath.
*****
It hadn’t been an easy few months since our encounter on the moors shooting theWyldecampaign. After having a dose of Heath, I had to adjust to a life without him again and purge him from my system. But not before Nelly and I went to the cinema to see his new film. I was so paranoid about being seen that we snuck in at the last minute when the cinema was dark and just before the trailers finished. Shame, because I loved the trailers.
It was so bizarre seeing him on the screen. It was like I didn’t know him, as if he had been some poster boy from my teenage years. God, he was wonderful. I was overwhelmed with love and happiness, pride and hate. A heady mix.
I came out of the cinema with a weird sense of ‘I told you so’. Nelly and I linked arms as we walked home afterwards. I swore her to secrecy that we would never mention socially that we saw the film, imagine if that got back to Edgar!
‘Fuck he was good,’ she said.
I looked at her and laughed. Nelly was so lovely and often proper, that any time she swore it always sounded so bizarre coming out of her mouth.
‘Well, he was,’ she said, justifying her comments.
‘Don’t I know it,’ I said. ‘Thank God I’m not judging the best film for this year’s award.’ I shook my head thinking about Edgar’s film amongst the mix too.