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I love Rutger Hauer. I love the fact that he has, with the arguable exception of blade Runner, never been in anything good ever. I love teh fact that his website begins with a set of photographs of every character he has ever played, most of them utterly unrecognisable.
But most of all, I love the fact that he appears to be a lovely fellow. Perusal of his offical site reveals a man not afraid to set up a charitable organisation and call it "Rutger Hauer's Starfish". If you send in poems, he will put them up on his site. He may even put up a sound file of himself reading it. That's so lovely. Send him a short story, it will also go up on his site.
Best of all, send in a piece of Rutger Hauer fanfiction eerily reminiscent of the brilliantly parodic Gary Busey fanfiction archive (now alas gone from the web), and he will put it up with a smile:
When we got up on the roof, we could see that this guy was serious, and The Bomb Squad confirmed it. He had managed to wire the place up, and was shouting that time was running out. Would Rutger Hauer be interested in coming here, if he knew what danger he might be putting himself in? What if this guy had waited until the "Bladerunner" Convention was under way, and decided to retire some poor innocent fans dressed as Zhora, Leon, and Pris, before making his way here? These thoughts ran through my mind as I watched this poor bastard from a distance!
Before I knew what was happening, there he was, larger than life. Though twenty years had made some changes, he still looked in better shape than I was, ten years his junior. His eyes were as bright and sharp as they looked on celluloid all those years ago. Fact and Fiction kept changing places in my head, and I wouldn't have been too surprised if Vangelis's music had started sounding in my ears!
The man is a king.
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