WHY I LOVE PIERCE BROSNAN.
A few years back, I was in Maui for their annual Film Festival. As a lead-up to a movie screening, Pierce Brosnan had an intimate Q&A out in front of one of the hotel lobbies. We were passing by and took a seat in the back. There were maybe 20 or 30 people there, including his wife in the front row, whom he seemed to adore and respect very much.
- •After Pierce answered a few questions about the movie, an excited blonde with a quivering martini shot her hand up.“I don’t know if you remember me,” she wondered, “But I was in Vegas for a bachelorette party twenty years ago. I was drunk, sitting at a slot machine, and you happened to walk by.”
- •Pierce seemed amused by the story. Everyone else laughed nervously. He coaxed her on.This made her plume with elation. Her voice climbed another octave. “And we connected eyes. You took a few steps, turned around, and told me, ‘Great legs.’”
- •The crowd toggled between her and Pierce, waiting for his response.
- •He stood up slowly, pulled his glasses down and scanned her from head to toe. “Still got ‘em!,” he winked.The woman exploded into glitter and confetti.
- •The microphone then passed down the row to a college-aged guy, who – by the looks of things – had attended alone.
- •“Mr. Brosnan, do you remember me?”Pierce took a long look at the kid. “Of course I do.”
- •The boy beamed. “Yes. I live over on Kauai, where you have a home.”“That’s right,” Pierce confirmed, and a smile broke across his face, as pieces of their shared memory fell into place.
- •The boy continued, “This was a couple years ago. I was having a really bad day. I don’t remember why...”As he often did on hard times because he was a teenager and because he lived in Hawaii and could, the boy wandered far down the beach, away from the crowds, hooked his feet into the sand, and sat in thought.
- •It began to rain.
- •It began to pour.
- •The boy capitulated, and ran up from the shore.He scanned the bank. Curiously, there was a big, round, majestic tree on display. He’d walked this beach a thousand times in his life and never noticed it before. He ran towards it. The closer he got, he made the silhouette of a man reclining under a weighty canopy of gnarled branches and leaves.
- •“It was you! Pierce Brosnan!”
- •“Mmhmm. It was.”
- •Pierce Brosnan, alone, sitting out the downpour from the safety of his makeshift haven. Pants rolled up, hands resting on his knees, one holding onto a bottle of champagne, the other clinching two glasses.
- •“And you poured me a glass as I walked up.”
- •"I did."
- •And the two sat in silence and watched the rain.