In
the last couple of weeks one of my sons and his girlfriend have both spotted,
on separate occasions no less, David Hasselhoff on the streets of Helsinki. In
one case, he was eating an ice cream.
Now,
this sort of thing isn’t quite as mind-blowing as you might think, not in
Helsinki. It’s not even so surprising that Hasselhoff can be found roaming the
streets of Helsinki, since he’s been spending time here taping the “David
Hasselhoff Show”, a talk show that he hosts on MTV3. If you thought that a
Finnish TV talk show featuring David Hasselhoff is a bit incongruous, you’d be
right. It’s a quirky show, to say the least. However, there is a precedent, since
Hasselhoff hosted a similar show last year in Sweden.
It’s
not as if Hasselhoff doesn’t have a sizeable fan base in Finland. I think he probably
does, though that wouldn’t necessarily include me. I’ve probably never seen a
single complete episode of either “Night Rider” or “Baywatch”. I have no idea
if Hasselhoff has ever starred in a feature-length film, or not one I recall
seeing.
Still,
I do know very well who Hasselhoff is. After all, he is a celebrity (or in
Finnish, julkkis), which sadly sometimes
means you’re someone famous for simply being famous, even if the reason (justified
or not) for being famous in the first place has been lost in the mists of time.
That’s the only explanation (or excuse) I can offer for knowing who Kim Kardashian
is. She’s famous for something or other. I suppose.
One
thing about celebrity-hood is how incredibly insular it can be on a country
level. I realized this some years ago while leafing through some foreign
magazines at our local library, back when it still had them. I recall being
stuck especially by some Spanish gossip magazines. Page after glossy page
were plastered with photos of people with insanely broad smiles, all apparently
arriving at some glamorous gala or lounging on a beach or smartly dressed for cocktails at some villa – obviously
the crème de la crème of Spanish celebrity. I didn’t recognize a single one of
them. Okay, except maybe Rafael Nadal, I guess I would recognize him.
I’m
sure it’s the same everywhere. Every country has it’s “flock” of local celebrities
(or “pride” or “herd” or "gaggle", there should be a word for this – a “prowl”, maybe), most
of whom are unknown outside its borders. I’m sure many of the Swedish celebrities
are unknown in Finland, and vice versa.
It's different with
the US, the pop-cultural hegemon of the world. In America,
celebrities are a cottage industry, a national export. They’re not so easy
to spot in the wild, though it can happen, even for me.
When
I was a kid, on vacation in Cherokee, North Carolina, we happened to be eating
dinner a couple of booths away from the boy who played Daniel Boone’s son,
Israel, in a TV series popular at the time. He must have been on some kind of
publicity junket to the rugged mountains where his screen character’s father once
blazed trails, probably making an appearance at Ghost Town in nearby Maggie Valley. Naturally, we interrupted his meal with his family to ask for an
autograph.
In
the early 80s, I was visiting Los Angeles, where many a celebrity, if not
actual stars, are born. A dapperly dressed man, whom I later came to think
might have been Dustin Hoffman, kindly waved to me to point out that the hem of
my future wife’s long hippy skirt was stuck in the door of my car.
Considering
the fact, however, that he was filling up his car at the same self-service gas
station as we were, I suspect he might actually not have been Dustin Hoffman. More like
a Dustin Hoffman stand-in. Or, more likely an aspiring Dustin Hoffman stand-in.
Many
years later, boarding a plane in Baltimore with my kids, I spotted sitting in
first class one Richard Belzer, the cynical Detective Munch of “Homicide: Life
on the Street” and later “Law and Order”.
Much
more recently, about ten years ago in Vegas outside Cesar’s Palace, I happen to
see the unmistakable and unsinkable Don King walking to his limo. I have to
admit it was kind of cool.
I saw Mike Stipe of R.E.M. a couple of times in the 80s, once at a Saturday afternoon matinee
showing of Lasse Hallström’s “My Life as a Dog” at a theater in Athens,
Georgia. But this shouldn’t be so remarkable, considering that I once lived
literally right up the street from R.E.M.’s office.
Coming
through Heathrow airport with our daughter a few years ago we noticed everyone around
us focusing a lot attention on a young woman going through immigration control
with her husband, baby and nanny. When I asked the border guard who she was,
he replied, “She said she was someone called ‘Pink’”. We later realized it was
actually Gwen Stefani, passing herself off as Pink, for some reason. No doubt
being a little cheeky there.
And
then there are cases of celebrities I wouldn’t recognize if my life depended on
it. A few years ago in New York, we emerged from the Guggenheim Museum to find a
film crew occupying the sidewalk across the street, filming a scene from “Gossip
Girl”. We hung around for a few takes to get a glimpse of some of the show's leading actors, none of whom I would have been able to name. Suffice it to say, that wasn’t the case for my teenage daughter.
The
thing about living in a place like Helsinki, compared to where I grew up in
rural Georgia, is that spotting celebrities, or at least locally famous people,
can be fairly routine. Helsinki is, after all, the New York, Washington and Los
Angeles of Finland, all wrapped up into one city.
The julkkiset I’ve randomly seen in Helsinki, or elsewhere in Finland, include:
Ben Zyskowicz (Kokoomus parliament
member, getting out of a taxi at Stockmann Auto in Pitäjänmäki), Renny Harlin (Finnish-born Hollywood
director, in downtown Helsinki posing for some publicity photos), a former Playboy
playmate (at a music-school recital -- she was a lot shorter than I thought), Kauko Juhantalo (politician, waiting to
cross a street – this was some time ago), Hannele
Pokka (politician, also waiting at a crosswalk, and also a while back), Alexander Stubb (the outgoing – in
every sense of that word – prime minister, at a triathlon in Joroinen), Lauri Ylönen (singer for The Rasmus, at
the Tammisto City Market), Elastinen
(rapper and Voice of Finland coach, at our local grocery store), Seppo Hovi (veteran piano player and
entertainer, at the Paloheinä library), Pekka
Haavisto (openly gay Greens politician and 2012 presidential contender,
shopping at the Tammisto Bauhaus, more than once), Ville Valo (singer for the band HIM, standing with his back against the wall at O’Malley’s bar), Matti Vanhanen (former prime minister,
pulling into a parking garage near parliament), Anssi Kela (singer-songwriter, at Gigantti shopping for a vacuum
cleaner), and Tarja Halonen (then
president of the republic, at a jazz show in Espoo).
And then last week, I saw
former president and Nobel Peace Prize winner Matti Ahtisaari attending a lecture by the arguably even more
famous paleoanthropologist Richard
Leakey.
However, when
it comes to randomly spotting the world-famous, my wife might hold the top prize in
our family.
In the 1970s, enjoying a summer’s day in Stockholm, she chanced to
see crowd of people crossing a street blocked off by police. Among them were two men deeply engaged in conversation. One was Olof
Palme, the Swedish prime minister, who was later killed by an assassin’s
bullet. The other was Henry Kissinger, who at 91 is miraculously still alive today.
Kissinger on the streets of Stockholm, 1976. Source: Our family photo album. |
The only time I ever accidentally saw some "famous" people was when I stepped out of the elevator in the lobby of the Penta Hotel where I was staying in NYC. There was a rope holding me back from proceeding into the lobby where there was a restaurant. I lrealized that there was a movie being filmed! I then looked across the lobby to a booth where Willem Dafoe and Susan Sarandon were sitting at a table. Suddenly the extras went into action, the scene was shot very quickly (only a few minutes) and the rope barricade was taken down and Dafoe and Sarandon and everyone else vanished. (I assume the film was LIGHT SLEEPER, which I never saw, but it was released about a year after this all took place.)
ReplyDeleteOne of my older brothers once bumped into Andy Kaufman at an airport. They spoke for a while and Kaufman told my brother that his biggest fans seemed to be from the South.
I have seen one movie with Hasselhof. The first SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS movie. Hasselhof was well used in the film to humorous effect.