Over the weekend, some people got the image of Val Kilmer spooning with his Lady Tremaine Disney doll while lying on a bedspread covered with Cate Blanchett’s face in a room wallpapered with pictures of her. Val sang from the top of Twitter about his undying love for Cate Blanchett and admitted that he once flew all the way to Australia to talk to her but got her husband instead. He also said that he has dreams of Cate, dreams that don’t involve her husband. Some think that Val’s love for Cate is like the song You’re Beautiful and he’s James Blunt and she’s the subway chick.
When some people said that Val’s praise of Cate was coming off pervy and she should probably get a restraining order against him, he said in a series of tweets (which he later deleted) that they’re friends and there’s nothing weird about him wanting to fly to Australia to talk about a role with an artist he truly respects.
She’s a friend of mine and I’ve met her husband thru the years and we’ve all gotten along just fine. Anyone who thinks I need to curb my enthusiasm for a great rare artist doesn’t understand how difficult the job is and how we artist count on the respect of our peers. She will back up every word I say n love that I say I love her. I would love an actor I didn’t even enjoy if he flew the world to talk about a role.
Val talked more about his Cate love during a screening of a recording of his one-man show, Citizen Twain, at the Irvine Improv in Irvine, CA last night. During a Q&A, someone set Val’s ass up by asking him who his favorite co-star is. Val, who had trouble speaking because of throat problems that have nothing to do with cancer, answered by saying that he can’t say Cate Blanchett. Val was in Terrence Malick’s Song to Song with Cate. via People
“Who’s my favorite costar? I can’t say Cate Blanchett… You’re laughing it’s because I don’t know why I wrote nice things about Cate Blanchett on Twitter and now I’m a pervert. You know I was creepy? I can’t say creepy but you know what I mean. I don’t know why loving an actor that’s so talented is creepy, but I guess I’m creepy.”
Oh, Val, I feel your pain. If I got a dollar for every time someone said my non-stop desperate slobbering about Prince Hot Ginge is creepy and pathetic, I’d have enough money to fly First Class to London and take a taxi to Kensington Palace. I’d even have enough leftover to bribe a guard to go through PHG’s trash can and find a half-eaten protein bar he nibbled on so I can have it bronzed and wear it around my neck for the rest of my days. Misunderstood, we are.
And here’s Val’s dream human in NYC last week: