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ATTRIBUTION: Oliver Reed (b. 1938), British screen actor. Quoted in Sunday Times (London, December 27, 1987).
A visit to several of the more orthodox practitioners of the art met with flat refusals. The cab driver came to the rescue.
'I know who'll do it,' he said.
'Then take me there, my good fellow,' said Oliver.
The wasted talent of Oliver Reed:
|Devil of an actor|
A Hammer retrospective and close encounter with Oliver Reed:
|INTERVIEW WITH THE WEREWOLF|
Fallen stars, tragic lives and lost careers:
|Oliver Reed: Hyde in Plain Sight|
Loaded magazine interview with Oliver Reed:
|WHAT FRESH LUNACY IS THIS|
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At 3. 12am in the Watergate Hotel , Washington DC, on February 16th, 1985, I was awoken from a jet-lagged coma by the shattering of glass, and loud oaths. With racing heart I found the light which revealed an inebriated apparition fixing me with a rheumy and strabismic eye.
"On yer facking feet, McGuigan," it roared, huge hams of fists windmilling. "I'm not Barry McGuigan, Oliver!" I croaked, attempting to bring my voice down to a manly calm. He lunged at me blindly like a bull to a red cape and collided with a table, whereupon he came face to face with his reflection in the mirror.
Immediately he straightened, barked at himself and then saluted: "Reed, Oliver. Corporal 18th field ambulance corps SAH," he shouted as if on parade. Dressed in a rugby shirt and the trousers of an evening suit he sported also satin ballet slippers. There was a vivid gash of blood visible in his scalp.
Then, just as suddenly, he reverted to his pugilist self: "Come on, lady boy, let's be 'avin yer then."
Only one possible conclusion may be reached after reading this book and examining the evidence: that despite his homophobia, Reed was homosexual, or crypto-homosexual, or deutero-homosexual. He was always stripping off in male company and couldn't wait to expose his penis, which was tattooed with the design of an eagle. His kitchen cupboards had handles shaped like penises. His door knocker was a brass cock and balls. In pubs he thought it amusing to indulge in two-men kissing contests and, according to Sellers, was "unable to resist anyone in uniform".
Reed, Richard Burton, Richard Harris, Peter O'Toole, Anthony Hopkins, Robert Shaw - it's a long, drunken list. All of them were encouraged by a history of British acting and British drinking to believe that films were silly, beneath them, a means to a financial end. When Spielberg came calling, Reed refused to go to Hollywood because it would be a "blow to his credibility". It's a uniquely British superiority complex with violent insecurity at its core: you can't be exposed to proper criticism if you never cared much in the first place.
|20 Jul 2015||Guestbook: New|
|02 May 2015||Anniversary of Death|
|23 Mar 2015||Guestbook: New|
|11 Mar 2015||Guestbook: New|
|22 Nov 2014||Encounters: New|
|11 Nov 2014||Encounters: New|
|24 Jun 2014||Feature: Burning Both Ends: When Oliver Reed Met Keith Moon (no longer available)|
|13 Jun 2014||Articles/Interviews: 2013. The Authorised Biography of Oliver Reed by Robert Sellers:
Sadly and crushingly, most important was that he was an alcoholic
|07 Jun 2014||Gallery: Latest Images updated|
|05 May 2014||Guestbook: New|