Laura Lodewyck, NBC5 Street Team
I love Bruce Campbell. I’m not sure if there are all that many of us female Evil Dead fans, but I have the boys to thank for my education in all things Bruce. Perhaps my enormous sci-fi dorkdom is partially to blame, but it’s also that it was always a lot of fun to spend a night blowing something up, then yelling at Army of Darkness while drinking beer.
So how could I pass up a night to meet Mr. Old Spice in person? The screening of My Name is Bruce at the Landmark Century Cinema was everything promised: a dizzyingly terrible, wonderful film coupled with the in-person Q&A with a sassy, bespectacled Bruce, whose combination of sheer mockery/unmitigated earnestness regarding his image seems to be propelling him towards a Shatner-esque transcendance of himself.
Perhaps the most entertaining was the crowd assembled…including a group of determined gamers who had convened a role playing game of some sort to take BC up on his offer — apparently made in his voiceover of the video version of the game, to personally play with those who “mastered the game”. The poor guys were earnest in their request, and seemed optimistically expectant that if there was ANYONE who would make their playing-a-role-playing-game-with-a-celebrity dream a reality, it was Bruce Campbell. (And after all, he HAD promised.) “Well”, replied Bruce, “…this is awkward.”
And, oh gods of bean curd, it was.
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