Friday, January 29, 2016

Flashback Friday- Jonathan Hyde

There's probably no reason why you would know who Jonathan Hyde is. Not by name anyway. If I said, "The dad in Jumanji" or "that one rich guy in Anaconda" then maybe you'd know. But if I said "Hey, what's Jonathan Hyde been up to?" you'd look at me like most people already do--like I'm from another planet.

I don't know why or how but he was an actor I saw in movies as a kid who I fell in love with. I think it had to do with the British accent. I did this thing (and sometimes I'll still do it) where I try to write off a celebrity crush as something else. "Well, maybe he's not 'cute'...he's just...'cool' ya know?" I did this because I didn't need another reason to be picked on. Everyone else my age was losing it over New Kids on the Block and Devon Sawa.
Not me, though.
I liked this old British dude who played Richie Rich's butler.

I want to do a #FlashbackFriday type thing here on the blog. Share a piece of writing I wrote "way back in the day". I'm serious when I say I've been writing since I was six years old. And I do have a lot of it still. So without further ado, here is a story I wrote probably at the age of 13-14 about the douchebag who was the owner in the Titanic movie...

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"Like Father, Like Daughter"

"Hurry up! We're going to be late, luv!" My father was yelling.
"Correction, Dad," I said as I came downstairs. "You're going to be late."

He just gave me The Look and went back to straightening his tie. Being the daughter of a 'world famous actor' was very hard. He never paid attention to me. You see, my mom died when I was three and my dad has raised me all my life. But he's never really, truly, honestly, one hundred percent been a good father. He's never really talked to me and when we go places there's always a bunch of people running up to us wanting 'Jonathan Hyde's autograph'.

"Karen...you know how my job works. Hustle, hustle, hustle."

It was my turn to give him The Look.

"Come on," He grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out the door. The actor's daughter's life: Being hustled, being hustled, being hustled.

*

When we arrived on the set of dad's new movie the perfect word to describe it was: KAOS. (Author's note: I had to leave it this way because that's how I wrote it and if you've ever watched 'Get Smart' you'll get it.) There was really nothing I could do but sit around and read my newest Mary Higgins Clark novel.

"Jonathan!" I heard someone call. "You're in the next shot!"

I sighed. I really loved my dad.I just wish he would love me back.

"Hey, Karen. What's new?"

I looked to my left and saw Tammy, the executive producer.

"Not much. So what's this movie about, Tammy?" I asked.
"You mean your dad didn't tell you?"
"He never tells me anything."

As she explained the plot, I thought about what I had just said. It was true. I never knew anything about his movies, his character, the ending. Nothing. "Why?" I asked aloud.

"What?" asked Tammy.
"Why doesn't my dad ever tell me anything? He doesn't even talk to me."
"Maybe you should talk to him, hon. Like, tell him your feelings. Your father's a busy man but I'm sure he has time for you," she said.

Yeah, right.

"Well, gotta go!" Tammy said as she got up. "See ya. And think about what I said."
"Ok," I sighed. "I will. Bye."

From what I heard from Tammy about dad's movie was that it was a romantic comedy about an Englishman (my dad, who was born in England and has an accent by the way) who comes to America for the first time, falls in love, and still tries to adapt to his new lifestyle. Sounds good, but I still don't know the title.

*

Back at our mansion, my dad and I were having a glamorous dinner prepared by our cook. I'm not some spoiled rich kid, but I do have a lot of privileges. I decided to take Tammy's advice.

"So, dad," I started. "Did you have a good day?"
I thought dad was going to need a doctor or something because he gave me a really weird look. I don't blame him, though. I had never even tried to start a conversation with him.

"Uh, well, it went rather well," he stammered. "Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering."
Then I got the Silent Treatment.

Finally, during dessert, I got a blast of courage.
"So, dad, why don't we, um, do something this weekend?"
"Like?" he asked.
"Um,well, I don't know. Like, go bowling or something?" I sounded like an idiot.
"Bowling?" He looked ready to laugh.
That was it.
"Well, then, maybe we could just down a couple cocktails at a Karaoke bar!" I got up, stormed out, and left my dad choking on his wine and calling after me.

*

Up in my room, I packed my things. I was tired of it. My only choice was to run away. I grabbed a couple pairs of jeans and some tee shirts, shoved them in my Duffel bag, and grabbed my sweatshirt. It had been 15 minutes since I tried to talk to my dad and he still hadn't come up to apologize. I wrote him a quick note and left it downstairs for him to see. It was 8:45 pm and it was dark out. But I knew where I was going. The only place I really felt wanted.

*

At the Old Cutter's Bridge I settled myself in a good place where I could watch the stars. I came here often to talk to any fish or birds who would listen. The bridge had been closed for years but open to daring teenagers, homeless people and runaways like me.

I gave a lot of hints in the note in case my dad wanted to look for me. I just enjoyed the silence. Suddenly, I heard a soft coo behind me. I looked over the side of the bridge and saw a little baby bird caught between two guardrails. I had to bend over to reach it. The water was a long way down and I couldn't swim very well but being the animal lover I am, I just couldn't let it die.

I stooped way over the guardrail and as my hand was inches from the bird, I slipped and went falling. I landed hard on the water and struggled to stay afloat.

Suddenly, I heard the wail of a police siren above me. I heard a mix of voices and then my dad's face appeared on the bridge above.

"I'm down here!" I shouted. "Help!"

Then my dad did something that made my heart soar. He dived right over the side of the bridge!

I felt his arms around me, pulling me to dry land under the bridge. He hugged me and I just sat there crying.

"Is everything all right, Mr. Hyde?" I heard a policeman shout.

"We're fine!" said my dad."Now, get us out of here!"

*

The EMS people checked me and my dad out for any damages and then offered us a ride home. My dad said he'd like to walk, though. I knew I really was gonna get it now.

"Why did you do it, Karen?" he asked.

It was cold and even colder now that we were wet.

"Because," I began. Then I just let it all spill out. I told him how he never paid attention to me and all he cared about was his work. We walked in silence for a moment and then I said, "I'm probably going to be grounded this weekend."

"No, I know what I'm going to do this weekend."

I was puzzled. What could be worse than being grounded? He knew I hated to be stuck in my room. I waited for him to say something but then couldn't stand the suspense any longer. "What?" I asked.

He just smiled, took my hand and said, "I'm going to take you bowling."

The End



Please, feel free to call me a total dork. I'm aware of this. :)

At least I can say I was cool enough to write fanfiction before I even knew what fanfiction was.


7 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for writing this! I happened to saw him for the first time in Richie Rich and since then I've been a huge fan - back in the time when loving Take That or Leonardo Di Caprio was the usual, so I tended to keep it to myself and live the fandom on my own until I came across the Internet. I've been following his career for more than 18 years now and whenever I've mentioned his name I get the exact reaction you describe in the first paragraph. Thanks a lot for sharing this again, you made my day!

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    1. *hugs to a fellow Hyde lover* :) You just made MY day

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    2. *hugs back* I'll be visiting your blog often ;)

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    3. That is so sweet of you :) I just requested Season 1 of The Strain from my library. I had no idea Jonathan Hyde was still on TV :)

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    4. Ah,yes! :D He wears TONS of makeup and a wig to make him look older in the series. I'm watching that show too. Enjoy!

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    5. I plan on binge watching Season 1 next week :)

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  2. never apologize for the fact that you like somebody who is unpopular among your generation. when I was a child, all girls loved Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise and Leonardo DiCaprio. I love Anthony Hopkins, Al Pacino and Rutger Hauer. Yes, and because of this, many thought that I was "weird."
    I remember Jonathan Hyde. Oh, yes - Anaconda, Richie Rich, The Mummy .... such nostalgia. I'm so glad to see him in the TV show "The Strain" now.

    hey, you should show your fanfic to his daughter. Then you get an answer to the question, how realistic is your story. LOL) Excellent story.

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