"Coldheart Canyon (preview edition)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Barker Clive - Coldheart Canyon)

Still, a third of the Boulevard is barricaded off, and there are a few cop
cars in evidence, just to give the whole event more drama.
As the limos approach the red carpet, and the ushers, who are dressed in the
black leather costumes of the villains in the movie, step forward to open the doors
a few 'screamers', paid and planted in the crowd by the studio publicity people to
get a little excitement going, start to do their job, yelling even before the face
of the limo's passenger has been seen. There's a large contingent of A-list names on
tonight's guest-list, and plenty of faces that elicit screams as they appear. Cruise
isn't here, but Nicole Kidman is; so is Schwarzenegger, who has a small role in the
picture as the retiring Gallows, a vengeful, mythological character whom our hero,
played by Todd Pickett, must either choose to embody when his time comes round,
orуshould he refuseуbe pursued by the ghosts of several generations of former
incarnations of the character, to persuade him otherwise. Sigourney Weaver plays the
woman who has broken the curse of Gallows once before, to whom Pickett's character
must go when the phantom pursuers are almost upon him. Her arrival at Grauman's is
greeted by a genuine roar of approval from the fans, who are devoted to her. She
waves, smiles, allows a barrage of photographs to be taken, but she doesn't go near
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the crowd. She's had experiences with overly-possessive fans before: she walks
straight down the middle of the red carpet, where she's out of reach of their
fingers. Still they shout, 'We love you Ripley!', which is the character she plays
in the Alien movies, and with which she will be identified until the day she dies.
She waves, even when they call the name Ripley, but her eyes never focus on anybody
in the crowd for more than a moment.
The next limo in the line contains the bright new star of Gallows, Suzie
Henstell, named by this month's Vanity Fair one of the Ten Hottest Names in
Hollywood. She is petite (though you'd never know it on the screen), blonde and
giggly; she's shared a little marijuana with her boyfriend in the limo, and it was a
bad move. She stumbles a little as she steps onto the red carpet, but the crowd has
been prepped, thanks to several months of puff pieces and photo-spreads and in-depth
interviews, to think of this woman as a full-blown star, even though they have yet
to see more than a few frames of her acting ability from the trailer for Gallows. So
what do they care if she looks a little out of it? Unlike Ms. Weaver, who wisely
chooses to be elusive, allowing the photographers just a minute or two to catch her,
the new girl is still hungry for adulation. She goes straight to the barricades,
where a number of young women with souvenir programs for Gallows are waving them
around. She signs a few, giving her boyfriend, who is a six-foot Calvin Klein model
hunk, a goofy 'gee-I-must-be-famous!' look. The model looks back vacantly, which is
the only look in his repertoire. He can give it to you vacantly with a semi hard-on
in his jeans, or vacantly with his ass hanging out of his Y-fronts. Either way, it
is heart-achingly beautiful; almost troublingly so.
The wind comes in gusts along Hollywood Boulevard, and the security men
start to look a little worried. It was some bright publicist's idea to build two
gallows, as a kind of gateway through which the audience for the premiere will need
to come. Not, it now seems, a clever notion. The gallows are made to be trashed
tomorrow morning, so they're made of light timber and foam-core. The wind is
threatening to topple them; or worse, pick then up entirely and deposit them on top
of the crowd. Light though they are, they could do some serious damage if they fell.
Four of the ushers from inside the theatre are summoned from their duties