HITTING THE SUMMER POPCORN FLICKS SEEMS TO CALL FOR JEANS AND A T-SHIRT, NOT SEQUINS AND A FUR STOLE. AT BACK-TO-BACK PREMIERES OF “THE PERFECT STORM” AND “THE PATRIOT,” DENIM RULED THE RED CARPET: LIGHT, DARK, PRINTED AND
EVEN — ON CHER, OF COURSE — ACID-WASHED.
“It really brought out the baby in me,” Mark Wahlberg confessed.
Though the bright sunshine outside the premiere of “The Perfect Storm” was a far cry from all those grueling days in the waves, Wahlberg’s expression hinted that the trauma wasn’t entirely behind him.
“We tried to make it as real as possible — which meant getting your butt kicked,” he explained. “And I’m not as tough as I thought I was.”
George Clooney volunteered to explain Wahlberg’s hardships in greater detail.
“Well, the thing is that Mark throws up like a madman. It was miserable.”
Diane Lane emerged with a water terror of her own.
“The story invaded my subconscious,” she said. “A real hurricane came to town, and I half expected a huge wave to break into my room any minute.”
“I’ll never sail again,” Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio insisted. “I like to be on terra firma, preferably sitting in a restaurant — indoors. I don’t even like picnics.”
The following night, a crowd came out to toast the premiere of “The Patriot,” in which Mel Gibson portrays a reluctant Revolutionary War hero.
“Oh,” Gibson sighed, “he’s just another freak in my little gallery.”