I saw Colin Farrell today...

…not God, not a UFO, not even a unicorn. No, I simply saw Colin Farrell, while he was shooting for his new film in Bruges. However, I might as well say that I have, without acknowledging it, been part of some marvelous miracle, if I were to appreciate things by the impact on people’s enthusiasm. Had there been Moses in Burg Square, they probably wouldn’t have behaved as frantically as they did.

The question is: Who is this Colin Farrell? More precisely, what is he more than a plain, 2-handed, one-hearted being? Maybe a plain, 2-handed, one-hearted Hollywood actor, but still, a human being… He is, apparently, someone so over-advertised, over-praised, over-appreciated, that people feel overwhelmed by his presence.

“Look, there’s Colin Farrell!!”-much as you might have expected, it wasn’t some 16-year-old girlie who shouted her lungs out to herald the news, but a very beauish 30-year-old that triggered the chain reaction.

“Where, where??”, desperate voices cried back from the foul that had already gathered to see what the unusually shiny, right-wheeled BMWs were doing in the heart of a medieval city.

“Just there, behind those crew guys…” pointed out some teenager towards a pack of make-up stylists, chefs, film directors, hairdressers, tailors and sound engineers(I must have skipped a few categories for sure) that were protecting him from the wind.

“What’s he doing?? What’s he doing?”, spirits started to heat, when seeing that there was practically little possibility of catching sight of the person envisaged.

“Well, mmmm…he’s having an ice-cream..”, the probably tallest guy, lucky enough to have access to Farrell’s view, explained boastfully.

“Having an ice-cream…echoed several voices from the mob, already starting to imagine several manners of having an ice-cream…”

I refuse to estimate how many people ran to buy ice-cream immediately after freezing in the square to watch the entire performance. I’ll simply pass on to mentioning that THE Colin Farrell finally appeared; and while 30 persons were striving to death to prevent the mob from taking photos, so that the shooting could eventually begin, THE actor finally pronounced his 1-minute reply, condemning to silence more than half of Bruges…

Finally, what Farrell did in Bruges can be summarized in a couple of negative phrases: “Photos forbidden”, “Visiting prohibited in the perimeter”, “No parking”, “No eating”, “No talking”, “No breathing”… Enough to determine an individual to irrevocably disconsider the slightest trace of Hollywood odour…

All in all, I am definitely going to watch that film, be it for a gold-incrusted DVD with the Queen’s signature upon it. “No Farrell stuff for me, Sir!”. “No watching considered”, “No praising envisaged”, “No idolizing planned”. And definitely, “No autographs demanded”.