In honor of the Oscars, and in part because I won’t be able to watch them this year (darn licensing restrictions for viewers outside the U.S.!), it’s time to tell the story of how Derek became BFFs with Bradley Cooper. I know, I know – how could I have not mentioned this earlier? Well, mostly because we signed a non-disclosure agreement with Brad* (yes, we’re on a first name basis), but what better time to tell the story than on Oscar night?
Our group recently went on an excursion to Berlin, and while we did many culturally and historically significant things, in order to not detract from those more educational aspects of the weekend, I’ll segregate posts and fill you in on those later. While researching what was happening in Berlin during our time there, I found out that the Berlinale film festival (Ber-lin-ah-lay – it has nothing to do with ale, even though we are in Germany) was starting that weekend. So I located where I thought the American Hustle premiere would be (this is a serious film festival, with several German premieres of big U.S. films, in addition to tons of other screenings around the city), and after dinner with our group, the 12 of us wandered over to the theater. There we found a red carpet set up with a crowd only 3-4 people deep, so we all scrunched in along it at various points and decided to wait for a bit to see who showed up.
Well, first there was someone I didn’t recognize but who had unbelievably tall stilettos:
Seriously, how can you walk in those?
Then David O. Russell came by, although I am embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know what he looked like and so didn’t realize it was him in time, and therefore did not get a photo. And I call myself a movie fan…
And then people started screaming, “Bradley! Bradley!” and then a few moments later, “Christian! Christian!” and Bradley Cooper and Christian Bale came down the red carpet, shaking hands, taking selfies with cameras from the crowd, and signing autographs. (Here are the screen shots from the videos on my camera – no selfies or autographs for me.)
It was all very fun, even though the crowd was pushing like crazy from behind; everyone trying to get close enough for a photo or an autograph.
Okay, you may be wondering when Derek and Bradley became BFFs. Well, when we caught up with everyone from our group later (who had all spread out to try to get the best view), we joked about wanting our encounter with fame to mean something (I heard people in the crowd yell things like, “We had a moment, Bradley! I know you felt it, too!” which was pretty funny). But Derek was very distinguished and thought about what Bradley Cooper might most like to hear (besides hundreds of girls screaming his name, that is), and so when Bradley Cooper was close enough, instead of a camera, Derek offered him his hand, saying, “I love your work.” Bradley shook it, looked back at Derek, and said, “Thanks.” And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the foundation of a beautiful friendship.
*Not really. Just in case you actually believed me about the whole BFF thing.