We’d like to thank Jack for sharing the following.
My Bill Murray story occurred last summer (2012) on Martha’s Vineyard. I was with some friends waiting for my sister to get off work at the restaurant where she was a hostess. While we were waiting, one of the waitresses came up and told us that Bill Murray was drinking at the bar.
We hurriedly yet tactfully maneuvered our way towards the bar so we could get a glimpse of the living legend. Upon seeing him, I thought that he didn’t look the greatest. In fact, he looked like he hadn’t taken off any of the makeup he had on in Zombieland.
After staring at him for long enough, I decided to go talk to him, to see if he was still sharp and to express my admiration of his work. I walked up to him and said something generic like ‘Mr. Murray I just want to say I’m a huge fan of your work.’ He turned around, finished his drink, patted me on the shoulder and, in an almost whisper, said, ”Please, call me Dr. Murray” and walked away.
It was an excellent encounter.
We’d like to thank Anne for sharing her story (and for providing a picture, too).
I’ve recently moved and, going through some old boxes, found a cherished piece of memorabilia! 30 years ago this past April, I was flying from Manila to the mainland with my parents and, since my dad worked for the airlines, we were able to fly first class!
As the flight went on, I realized that I was sitting across the aisle from Bill Murray. He was coming back from India where he was filming Razors Edge. I was starstruck! I watched him interact with the very shy Asian flight attendants, asking one of them if she would marry him. They would giggle and just have a somewhat void look on their faces, as I don’t know if they really understood what he was asking. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Cindy for sharing the following story.
Doing work for the Toronto International Film Festival in the mid-90′s I had occasion to regularly cross paths with a lot of celebrities, so I wasn’t habitually star-struck around famous people as a rule.
Anyhow one sunny hot September (or late August) Sunday afternoon I was at an industry party. It was one of the more informal annual film festival events at a large private home. Guests ranged from local Toronto film people to one of the cast members of the TV show “Friends” which was big at the time. I wasn’t feeling well and while in the kitchen getting some ice water, I was unpleasantly groped in the process by a very rude, very drunk famous director. Continue reading