{"id":156,"date":"2006-08-28T00:02:31","date_gmt":"2006-08-28T04:02:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/?p=156"},"modified":"2006-08-28T00:03:32","modified_gmt":"2006-08-28T04:03:32","slug":"mel-call","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/?p=156","title":{"rendered":"Mel Call!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I got my Mel call this morning.<\/p>\n<p>It was surprisingly early \u00e2\u20ac\u201c only 6 AM in Hollywood, 9 by me.  Of course, I just assume West Coast &#8211; Mel could have been calling from anywhere.  It was a 666 area code, a cell phone I guess.  But the signal was five by five.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hello, is this Jonathan?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>See, right there I knew it wasn&#8217;t somebody I knew.  My friends call me Jon, my family, Jonny.  But something in the caller&#8217;s voice told me it wasn&#8217;t a sales pitch or collection agency.  (They usually ask for &#8220;Mister Sobble.&#8221;)  Also, the guy sounded strangely familiar.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Speaking,&#8221; I said redundantly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This is Mel Gibson.  We&#8217;ve never actually met, but &#8211; maybe you&#8217;ve seen some of my movies?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Actually, we had met.  Mel had stolen my girlfriend during a locally famous dust-up at the Wyoming State Fair back in the 80s.  But I couldn&#8217;t really expect a big star like him to remember \u00e2\u20ac\u201c it was probably nothing to him.  Anyway, water under the bridge and all that.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sure,&#8221; I said.  &#8220;You&#8217;re that crazy guy from <i>Lethal Weapon.&#8221;<\/i><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Right, right, good on ya.  Anyway, I got a lot of calls to make so I&#8217;ll get straight to the point.&#8221;  He took a deep, sexiest-man-alive kind of breath.  &#8220;I&#8217;m calling every Jew in the world to personally apologize for my recent conduct.  It&#8217;s not a plea bargain or community service or anything like that \u00e2\u20ac\u201c I just feel it&#8217;s the right thing to do.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thanks, Mel,&#8221; I said, tearing up.  He might be a crazed anti-Semitic non-Holocaust-denier-denier, but I&#8217;ve always said he&#8217;s a great actor.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I <a href=\"http:\/\/blogcritics.org\/archives\/2006\/07\/30\/100726.php\" target=\"_blank\">said some things<\/a>,&#8221; he went on, &#8220;well &#8211; you&#8217;ve said some things, we&#8217;ve all said some things&#8221; \u00e2\u20ac\u201c here he barked one of those cute little half-Aussie, half-nuts giggles \u00e2\u20ac\u201c &#8220;but I really stuck my foot in it this time and I wanted to personally apologize to you.  Ah, Jonathan.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I appreciate the gesture, Melvin,&#8221; I said, &#8220;but you know, in my experience, what people say when they&#8217;re drunk and angry is a reflection of what&#8217;s in their deepest soul.  They don&#8217;t blurt out things they don&#8217;t mean.  It&#8217;s exactly the opposite.  They say things they really think but normally would put a lid on.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There was a long pause.  I could hear Mel breathing.  I was imagining him with face paint, on a horse.  What a guy.  What a stand-up, sit-down guy.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s that you say?&#8221; he mumbled.  I heard a clattering noise, like a pint of Australian-for-beer hitting the floor.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mel,&#8221; I said.  &#8220;Mel, are you drunk?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, sure,&#8221; he replied.  &#8220;A little.  You know how much pressure I&#8217;m under, mate.  It&#8217;s like, probably the worst thing that&#8217;s ever happened to me.  I mean it could be my career at stake here.  So, ah \u00e2\u20ac\u201c are you, ah &#8211; gonna accept the apology?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I stroked my weak Jewish chin.  Mel probably couldn&#8217;t hear the stroking &#8211; but I did wonder if maybe he could.  I hadn&#8217;t shaved in two days so I was kind of stubbly, and you want to look cool when you&#8217;re talking to Mel Gibson.  Stubbly, or something.  Even just on the phone.  Wouldn&#8217;t you?  Guys?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Let me think about this a minute, Mel,&#8221; I said slowly.  &#8220;You&#8217;re apologizing for making some fairly vicious anti-Semitic statements.  Are you also apologizing for not speaking out against your father&#8217;s Holocaust denials?  \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcCause, you know, we haven&#8217;t forgotten about that.  What do you say, Braveheart?  I&#8217;m not one of your groupies.  With me it&#8217;s all or nothing.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Jonathan,&#8221; Mel said.  &#8220;Will you hold on a second?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m pretty busy \u00e2\u20ac\u201c will this take long?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No way.  Be right back.  I swear.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Mel put his expressive hand over the phone and I heard a muted conversation on the other side of it.  Probably talking to one of those Jewish lawyers or managers he keeps on staff.  I couldn&#8217;t make out much, but I did hear Mel growl something about &#8220;trying to Jew him down.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Twenty or thirty seconds later he came back on the line.  &#8220;I&#8217;ll make you a deal, Jonathan.  &#8220;I&#8217;ll admit my dad is wrong, if you \u00e2\u20ac\u201c hey, Jonathan, do you know I&#8217;m a big supporter of animal rights?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, I didn&#8217;t know that,&#8221; I said, wondering where he was going with this.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, I am.  Now, if you promise to eat only vegetarian matzoh from now on, I&#8217;ll admit my dad was wrong to deny the whatchamacallit.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Vegetarian matzoh?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yah.  You know \u00e2\u20ac\u201c made without the blood of Christian babies.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, that kind.  Nah, it really doesn&#8217;t have any flavor.&#8221;  And I hung up.  I had no more time for that drunken idiot.<\/p>\n<p>Ain&#8217;t that just like an Aussie.  God, I hate those people.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I got my Mel call this morning. It was surprisingly early \u00e2\u20ac\u201c only 6 AM in Hollywood, 9 by me. Of course, I just assume West Coast &#8211; Mel could have been calling from anywhere. It was a 666 area code, a cell phone I guess. 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