España! I've already beaten the rains from the plains well into the Basque region, so let's forge beyond such cliched territories into the very heart of Madrid where we took up residence for four-ish days. It was there that we also picked up one last addition to our crew with the arrival of Danger Ehren, who was heretofore unable to join us for personal reasons.
Now to be clear, we had no idea what was going to happen in Madrid with regard to a premiere for jackass 3D. This was the first time any of us had come to Spain in such a jackass capacity, so it was with no expectations whatsoever that we were driven to the outskirts of Madrid to a very unexpecting and suburban-like cineplex. But if the unruly crowd outside the theater was any indication of what was going on inside, well, it was even more chaotic than that. It was awesome!
Quite unlike the formalities of the London premiere (which was very Mary Poppins and by the prim and proper book), this was a total fan-fucking-free-for-all. Or at least so it appeared from my vantage point, which was a very crowded, jostled and hustled one indeed. Seriously, from the moment we first set foot on the red carpet it was like being mainlined into the theater with full sensory assault and overload on all fronts: screaming fans, blaring music, flashing flashes, dancing girls and even more screaming fans on top of that. Even jaded veterans of such events remarked on the pure off the hook nature of this particular premiere. Heck, we'd just come all the way to Spain and now there was no need to even consider a run with the bulls after surviving this night of running with the fans. ¡Viva España!
Photos clockwise from upper left: Chris Pontius gets lost in the crowd; Wee Man flaunts a Spanish rose; Danger Ehren finally in the Euro house; Two of the Dudesons—Jukka and Jarppi—rock out with their mock out.
Incidentally, several of us stuck around to see the feature since it was dubbed in Spanish. This was, perhaps, to the Españiards dismay, but we found it to be a real kick in the pantalones. Whoever they get to do these voices really does give it their all, and I can only imagine how much fun it would be to watch them in the dubbing sessions as they try to match the intensity of the scenes. Plus it was just plain hilarious hearing the jackass cast in their altered lingual states.
Photos clockwise from upper left: Dave England finds a familiar tattoo in the Spanish lot; Jeff Tremaine poses with Jeff Tremaine; Lance Bangs poses with Bam Margera and a promisory note signed by Spike Jonze, the alleged director of the equally alleged forthcoming Kim Jong-il biopic; Wee Man demonstrates the miracles of 3D for Rick Kosick's camera.
The after-party was not so much a party as it was a long, drawn out dinnery affair—a dinner that started at 11:00pm, mind you, but apparently that's just how the Spanish do it. They also smoke like chimneys in the dead of winter, so before long we were all driven to the fresher air of an outdoor patio where we mostly sat, drank and shot the American shit with the Kings of Leon, the lot of which had accompanied us to the premiere and then to dinner afterward. On that somewhat musical note, Part 2 of our European vacation in Spain will pick up on the eve of the MTV European Music Awards (everything between this and that was jackass 3.5 related and won't become relevant until early next year). Until then ... adiós muchachos del mono!
Photos left to right: Preston Lacy finally buries the college sports hatchet with Kings of Leon drummer Nathan Followill; A few minutes from the apparent 36-hour birthday celebration of our production coordinator Lindsey Shupe.
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(Photos by Sean Cliver; Madrid, Spain 2010)