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Saturday, April 29, 2000
National Post
When you're one of a few hundred fans who show up to see John Travolta
in person, you want to leave an impression-- however embarrassing.
"John! I love you!"
Somehow, the words just flew really loudly from my mouth. At least I
didn't ask him to sing the duet Summer Lovin' with me.
"I love you, too," he responded, taking a seat at a Toronto Chapter's
where he was signing autographs for Battlefield Earth, a sci-fi novel
written by L. Ron Hubbard.
Battlefield Earth has been made into a feature film, starring Travolta
as a nine-foot-tall alien, and will be released in May.
"In the year 3000, there are no countries, no cities ... Earth is an
empty wasteland ..." begins the description on the back of the book.
Travolta was dressed in a black suit, shiny shoes, and had a new short
buzz cut. His eyes are clear blue. He still has a belly, really large
feet, and that, to quote the movie Face Off, "ridiculous chin."
On his signing table, there was one bottle of Evian water, one bottle
of Natural Lemon Flavour Ice Tea, along with no fewer than 20 fine-
point markers. (They had run out of markers during a signing yesterday,
so organizers were overly prepared.)
Not one person in line -- in the book store -- had read the book, it
turned out, though it was first released in 1982, and many had been
waiting for eight hours.
"I've been waiting since the doors opened at 9 a.m.," said the first-in-
line, 23-year-old Michael Lauzon. He was on page 76. (Battlefield Earth
is 1,050 pages long.)
"It's my dream come true to meet him," said the second-in-line Carolyn
Wayne, a 17-year-old who skipped school. While waiting, she chose to
read, Hey Baby What's Your Sign? and Love Magic.
Lisa Fera chose to flip through What is Scientology?, also written by
L. Ron Hubbard.
Everyone knows Travolta is a practising Scientologist. (There were a
couple of anti-Scientology protesters outside.)
That book reads on the front; "Across the chasm is a high plateau where
things are far better. Scientology is the bridge across that chasm."
I have no idea what that means exactly. But who cares? Everyone had
come to see Travolta the actor.
"No," admitted 19-year-old Heather, "I probably won't ever read
Battlefield Earth. I just want his autograph."
She's seen every Travolta movie including Grease, Face Off, Broken
Arrow, The General's Daughter, Look Who's Talking. She's also seen Pulp
Fiction 40 or so times.
What's truly amazing about these long-waiting fans, who chanted, "We
want John!" and "We love John," is that as soon as they reached him,
they were tongue-tied. They beamed and were thrilled with one Travolta
handshake and a "Hey, How ya doin'?"
(Except one guy, who pulled out a script he had written and tried to
sell it. Later, Travolta's manager, sucking on a cough drop,
griped, "Oh, he always does this. All he has to say is, 'Send it to my
manager.' Yeah, that's going straight into my bag!")
Travolta did make one fan cry --a 13-year-old boy, who bawled like a 13-
year-old girl at a Backstreet Boys concert.
"I just, uh, said, he's, uh, my, uh, idol, and he, uh,
said, 'thanks', " heaved Michael Seater, the teary fan.
The young lad said he has seen Grease 20 times, amazing considering the
movie is almost twice as old as he is.
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'John! I love you'
Rebecca Eckler
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