This is me apologizing and wishing I could crawl away under the rug after realizing it WAS Bernard Hill I was talking to. Theoden was a lot taller and always had all kinds of things around - Golden Halls, horses, Rohirrim, howling hordes of Uruk-hai and other helpful visual aids which made him a LOT easier to identify.
Luckily, my embarassment was short-lived... I managed worse in the same evening.
My wife strolled up as I was talking to a pleasant young gentleman at the premiere party and said "Hi Karl!". I thought, how does she know this guy? She gave me a nudge "It's Karl Urban, dear." I must have looked totally blank, as the initial nudge was followed by a serious elbow. "Eomer, idiot!"
Well, how was I supposed to know? He didn't have his helmet on either.
Canadian Cultural Center, Paris
December 9, 2002
Photo: Christophe Lebrun
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