Beany wonder
What you don't know about the most rubber-faced man
you know:
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Indu Balachandran
COMEDIAN: He brushes his teeth and changes his clothes-all
while driving a car. He looks smugly around his class - then realizes
he's prepared for the wrong exam. He tries everything, but falls
hopelessly asleep in church.
If these were clues in a quiz, you'd say at once "Mr. Bean of
course!?. But look at this other set of clues:
He went to school with Tony Blair. His biggest passion and hobby:
fancy racing cars. He's married to a gorgeous
MALLEABLE FACE: British actor Rowan Atkinson poses to present
his movie Mr. Bean’s Holiday. |
Hindu woman, Sunetra
Sastry.
Would you just as easily have guessed, "Rowan Atkinson!"?
Yes, these are the surprising facts about the rather private side of
your beloved Mr. Bean (or the obnoxious Mr. Bean, if you hated that
episode of him running around naked in a posh hotel, for instance.)
Reluctant comic
But people in 95 countries (and travellers in 50 airlines) can't seem
to have enough of this rubber-faced wonder of blunders. Not just in
manageable doses of 20-minute episodes, but even entire feature film
lengths of him, as the success of the blockbusting "Mr. Bean's Holiday"
proves.
Rowan Atkinson was born into an English farming family in 1955, and
when he wasn't making his classmates fall apart laughing with
impersonations of teachers, he was taking part all things mechanical,
and enjoying putting them back. In fact in that very school was a young
lad, Tony Blair though Rowan only remembers him as 'someone who smiled a
lot'.
Rowan's schooldays heroes were Buster Keaton and the French comedian
Jacques Tati - and Rowan became obsessed with staging their skits - and
yet managed to get excellent grades. And despite the many pranks he
pulled on his hapless masters, it was his Headmaster who first advised
Rowan to seriously consider a career in entertainment.
However Rowan believed his real interest was in engineering, topping
his class with a Masters in Electronics. But everything was to change
when he met the talented Richard Curtis - who drew him firmly into the
path of show biz. Together, they would create path-breaking shows like
"Not The Nine O'Clock News", the raucously funny "Black Adder" series
and even "Mr. Bean").
Rowan Atkinson was making waves as Britain's funniest man, but once
off the stage he would plunge into his private shy world, steering clear
of interviews and publicity.
Something that even affected his romance. He fell heavily in love
with a very attractive BBC makeup artiste called Sunetra Sastry... but
it took months to summon the courage to ask her for a date. What
followed could well have made a Bean episode, as the mean was conducted
in tonguetied silence except for asking her to pass the ketchup.
Then he suddenly disappeared to the men's room and never returned for
15 minutes. Later he confessed that he broke his zipper and had to find
a waiter with a safety pin.
Family life
Despite this Beany start, their romance deepened, and in 1990 they
married in secret at a New York restaurant... without summoning the
Father, The Son and the Holy Goat - (his best known line in Four
Weddings and a Funeral.)
Rowan and Sunetra have two children but so fiercely guarded is he
about his home life, that interviews have revealed nothing about his
wife's origins, except that she is probably part-Indian, and that she is
a 'British Hindu'. But when he does make his rare appearance on the red
carpet, it's with his drop-dead ravishing, dark-haired wife.
And behind the world's most malleable face is another story - as a
child, Rowan suffered from a bout of stuttering - with particular
difficulty over the letter "B". The struggle to get a word out often
resulted in making the wildest faces - and as politically incorrect as
it was - led to the first spontaneous bursts of laughter for his
'talent'.
Mr. Bean's beloved yellow Mini is probably just a tad more advanced
than Noddy's car, but the real life Bean has an all-consuming passion
for a racing car - to which he escapes, from the acute stress of
wondering whether he got a scene right or not. In fact directors note
that Bean seldom enjoys his work in his pursuit of the elusive 'perfect
shot'.
Today, with an estimated 65 million pounds, this enigmatic
millionaire can afford to call in sick - and take a couple of years off,
zooming around in one of his expensive cars - an easily affordable
hobby. And that would be the biggest reason why a reluctant recluse like
him would let himself be forcibly flung under the spotlights ( a comic
scene opener in all Mr. Bean episodes, as you will recall).
Hero in real life
While the 'Sunetra Sastry' connection will be the most curious Mr.
Bean trivia Indians will wonder about, there's enough evidence that
she's the big love of his life and fiercely protective of her too.
Here's a dramatic but little known incident of the real Mr. Bean...
Flying over Kenya on a family holiday, the pilot of the Atkinsons'
chartered Cessna suddenly passed out (apparently with acute
dehydration). As the plane began to dangerously nose dive, Rowan took
control - and despite no flying experience - brought the plane back on
course, averting a terrifying disaster.
The pilot was later revived by his wife - and landed the plane safely
in Nairobi. An episode to make even avowed haters of the error-terror
Mr. Bean, stand up and clap.
The Hindu
Give them that elixir of life
COSMETICS: A local English daily reported the other day that the
Parliament medical centre is being inundated with politicians. No, not
seeking treatment for any ailment - but looking for an alchemy that
would ensure their perpetual youth.
According to this report MPs from either sex are frequently badgering
medical staff for complexion enhancing E vitamin tablets which also
guarantee healthy skin tone. One would venture to say that the rush for
the 'colour change' is but appropriate given the chameleon quality of
our honourable politicians as witnessed time and again.
They would also add that where power and privilege are concerned
these politicians are colour blind.
A change of tone or complexion is neither here nor there and could
have different connotations. It could set the tone for the shape of
things to come. Politicians would be more interested now in cultivating
a glowing pigment than attending to the business of Parliament.
These worthies would be apt go before mirrors to ask who is the
fairest of them all in the manner of the wicked stepmother in the fabled
Snowwhite tale.
Parliament would henceforth assume the status of a white sepulchre
with its members trying to project a lily white image. The next stage
would be a demand for a beauty parlour within the august premises of the
House. Of course, there can be no objection in this day of facials and
beauty culture for a politician to try to get a facelift. More so to
those who had lost face with the public.
An improved mug no doubt can garner many votes particularly among the
uninitiated who are not wise to what lay behind the facade of a
politician. The new visage could also reflect the current political
culture of presenting different faces at different times and changing
colour for personal gain.
Improved complexion could also have other implications for
politicians particularly on the homefront with anxious spouses wanting
to know what's cooking with rumours of many a romance abounding within
the august chambers of the House.
Of course our people's representatives who have been feeling good all
along plying in Pajeros and Intercoolers would certainly not be averse
to looking good as well to keep up appearances.
There would be no objection to some of them toning up their skins to
camouflage thick hides they had cultivated by being totally impervious
to public criticism. Or to off-set the effect of some of the blackest of
hearts adorning the country's supreme legislature.
The new elixir would also do a world of good to enhance the quality
of the beatific smiles of MPs during election time. Never mind if there
is more to it than meets the eye.
People's representatives who hitherto went for 'make up' to improve
their complexion would now have an in-house facility to cater to their
vanity. This act of politicians rushing to improve their complexion
recalls to mind the famous Wadakaha Sudhiya episode in the late fifties
where our womenfolk advised by local quacks that Vadakaha taken during
the solar eclipse would enhance their complexion imbibed liberal doses
of the decoction only to suffer runaway bouts of diarrhoea but with no
visible improvement to pigment.
Some would venture to say such a calamity should have aptly visited
upon our political fraternity for the verbal diarrhoea they spew.
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