I’m just going to come right out and say it. I met Christian Bale last night and my brain is still not convinced that happened.
He is in a new film called “Hostiles,” which is so great. I saw it in November at AFI, and really liked it a lot. So when I was invited to the official premiere at The Academy in Beverly Hills, I was like yes please thank you good day.
The invitation said members of the cast and crew would be there, but didn’t say who. Which they usually do just in case.
So I had no idea whether HE was going to be there or not. He wasn’t at the AFI screening, although Scott Cooper and a bunch of the cast were. Christian was still filming his Dick Cheney movie, which…is a whole other topic.
I invited my mom to join me and all throughout the day I was trying to figure out if he was going to be there or not. It seemed likely, given that he was in LA, but I couldn’t find anything conclusive.
And I was nervous about it. Because he is seriously one of the big ones for me. He’s in this whole other tier and I knew I was going to just either completely lose the ability to speak, OR lose the ability to stop myself from speaking too much.
Also, what if he turned out to be a jerk?
We got to The Academy, made our way to Will Call and then headed into the theater. Some super helpful valet guys actually cleared space in their full parking lot so that we wouldn’t have to park down the block. So nice!
Inside the theater, we just hung out for a bit. The event was supposed to start at 7:30, but these things NEVER start on time. We snapped a couple of photos, I scrolled through Instagram. And then I saw it.
Proof. Confirmation that one Christian Bale was, at that moment, walking on the red carpet right outside of the building in which I was sitting.
I grabbed my mom’s arm and said, “He’s here.”
I’ll fast forward a bit, but basically they introduced the writer/director Scott Cooper, he brought out some of the cast including Wes Studi, Jesse Plemons, and Rory Cochrane. And then he introduced Christian Bale and I lost all voluntary brain functions.
Then we watched the film, I liked it even more the second time, and then it was over and we went downstairs to the reception.
The room was packed to the gills with people. Like, to the point where you could barely move. I caught a glimpse of Scott Cooper, and told my mom I would just stop and wait to talk with him because Clayton told me to say hello. But as I was waiting, I saw, just a few feet more…
There he was.
By this point, I’d had enough time to get used to the idea that we were in the same location, so I thought I would probably be able to hold it together and not sound like a total lunatic or moron.
I ran through his filmography in my head. I’m sure basically everyone wants to talk to him about either Batman or “American Psycho.” If they want to be a little different, they probably throw in “The Prestige.” And if they want to go old school, they either bring up “Little Women” or Newsies.”
As I was waiting patiently for my turn,
(and getting shoved and pushed from multiple directions)
some guy said to him, “Man, I’ve been a fan since ‘American Psycho!’ You were so great in that!”
And then the lady right before me said, “You know you really are the best Batman, right?”
Finally, he was saying hello to me. Christian Bale was TALKING TO ME. To MEEEEEEE.
“Is it weird if I tell you I’ve been a fan since ‘Swing Kids?'”
He smiled a little and said, “Wow.” Then he kind of looked up toward the ceiling, thinking. “Wow, that was…what? 25 years ago? Wow.”
I told him, “Yup. I was 16. My friend Lexi dragged me to this movie I wasn’t really interested in, and suddenly I said, ‘Who is THAT?’ And she said, ‘Let me tell you about Christian Bale.'”
He was so sweet and gracious, and then we took a photo and he said hi to my mom and then I walked away and died of happiness.
If I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up.