Don’t call him washed up—at 48, Jean-Claude Van Damme is back with a new indy film called “JCVD,” about … himself. He’s passionate about it, and about so much else. He spoke to Sarah Ball:
What are you doing in Thailand? I’ve been in the cutting room all night, working on a new film I’m directing called “Full Love.”
How’s it coming? Good. You go through that certain depression because the actors are all leaving, but they’re there now with me in the cutting room.
Why did you want to make a film that comments on your own life? I made this just to show some of the internal side of J.C.V.D., in a way. He’s a guy, a normal guy from Belgium with dreams, and I did well in that type of path. At the age of 47, to take chances and go back to Europe and be talking to some studios there, I’m showing them that I believe I’m good quality.
There’s a monologue in the film about being a washed-up action star. Did you improvise that? I like structure—like driving: go past the school on the street, stay on the right side, no hitting the car, go in right, you’ll see a big church, stop and take a left, and you’ll have it. By doing this I’m giving a structure of life, a path of light, and showing what happens between me and me, which is something very beautiful.
Beautiful? Why? I really opened myself up in “JCVD.” I peeled back the skin of the fruit, cut the pulp and then took that very hard seed. In this film I cut that hard seed, and inside that seed was a kind of liquid cream substance of the man I am, or the woman you are.
OK— It was like being naked—I would love to be naked in front of you.
Well, I— Not being naked being naked. I say such things in Hong Kong and they thought I was being a crazy Frenchman. Being naked of protection.
So you’ve no regrets at all? Believe me—I’ve done very good stuff and very crazy stuff, and I don’t regret the crazy stuff. So are you in New York?
Yes, I am. And are you 27, or 32?
I’m 22. Oh, f–––. That is very young. Will you come to the premiere?
I don‘t know. When is it? I don’t know. You will wear all black, a black dress and high heels?
Uh— You can come find me, I will be the one with the very broad shoulders, dark hair and a simple suit. We can have some champagne, you and me.
Today’s one of my favorite days of the year. Usually, I sit around and watch highlights on YouTube of Carolina beating the dog shit out of State in some sport for a while. Also, I peruse State’s message board (PackPride) to see what types of hate they are spewing this year. Thank goodness for both my boredom and me there’s a new thread “Why I hate Carolina with every fiber of my being”. I didn’t have to look very hard. Here are a couple of highlights:
Ugly blue uniforms, holier than thou attitude, Wal-Mart fans. just to start.
My Pizza arrived cold last night and the UNC grad still thought he should get a tip.
Because their fans are everywhere to be found when they are winning and nowhere to be found when they lose. And when they do lose make the lame excuse about not really being your rival. Just pathetic and disgusting fans.
As for academics, yes, its the best finishing school in the state. Many women have gone there, become polished enough that a State grad with a real degree would be willing to put up with them.
Actually - I like them - they make me laugh…. but I really do not approve of all their pee drinking.
I like the fact that Franklin Street is now overwhelmed with homeless people. Stay classy Chapel Hill. They call us Moo U because we were an agricultural school???? I’ll tell you this, I haven’t been to a Dr. or read a book in years but I sure did eat, put clothes on, drive in my engineered car to my engineered office building today. So who is rellavent???
The simple answer is NO. Recently, someone told me they thought my blog had turned a corner and become a little bit sexist. I vehemently disagree. While there are pictures that seem a bit ridiculous (e.g. Audrina in a bikini) and screen shots of tags that say, “Give it your wife” in reference to how you should wash your shirt, I can tell you that under no circumstance do I believe women are any lower in the social ranks than men. As a matter of fact, I was a Hill-Dogg supporter. So there, I’m off the hook.
Reckner is my girlfriend's alter ego. Usually Reckner only comes out when Red Bull Vodkas are heavily consumed (as they were last night). Here's my conversation with Reckner via Blackberry messenger last night.
One other thing, I realize that some of her comments are nonsensical. Just try to enjoy.
Reckner:Where R U?
Me:I'm at my house.
Me:Fine what? I told you I was headed home. You were hanging out w your friends. No big deal.
Reckner:It's fine I'm home.
Me:You are already home? You just sent me a message that said you were upstairs at Fosters.
Me:(5 minutes later) ?????
Me:(10 minutes later) Reckner, are you home?
Me:How did you get home?
Reckner:I. Am here
Reckner:I need a spoon
Me:I don't have a car and Tyler just went to sleep. You come here.
Reckner:I can't driiive!
Me:We are in quite a pickle.
Me:I'll just see you tomorrow afternoon
Reckner:U don't love me
Me:What the F?
Reckner:You didn't stay out with me when I asked and now we r apart
Me:You said you were having a girls night. I was just letting you have a good time with your friends. Calm down.