Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Norman Reedus: He’s sexy enough to be a model. Fortunately, he is. In 1997, Reedus caught the public’s eye in a slew of fleshy Prada ads. Whereas most models secretly yearn to act, Reedus was simply moonlighting - he’d already starred in several bit parts (most notable, getting gobbled up by a cockroach in Mimic). In Six Ways to Sunday, directed by Adam bernstein, Reedus stars as a troubled 18-year-old whose psychotic mother (Deborah Harry) wants to sleep with him, so he joins the Mafia and starts killing for kicks. Norman, is that you?
Your character in the film is more than slightly psychotic. Any similarities?
Harry has a split personality - he’s really only half psychotic. The other half is shy and nervous around girls. I’m a lot like that; I’m very shy in sexual situations. Also, his mom keeps him under wraps, so he’s really sheltered….
How was it having Deborah Harry scrub you in the tub?
She was very gentle. She made sure that no shampoo got in my eyes. Her hands are so delicate. It was fun kissing her, too.
Are there any scenes in the film that you particularly enoyed doing?
The violence was really, fun. I liked the part where I slice my friend’s throat. I liked cutting him up. It was nice. I end up grinding his skull with a jackhammer. It was great.
Your character is infatuated with a girl because she has a prosthetic leg. Do you have any fetishes?
Yeah, I do, actually. I’m into feet and necks. [laughs] A friend of mine is in the background whispering, “Testicles.” But I really get turned on when people with accents say English words completely wrong. I’m going out with someone right now who instead of saying “idea” says “idear.” I find that very endearing.