After three days of filming the crew, the star, the trucks
and trailers headed out of town around 12:30am on Thursday.
Thanks to RachelR1977 there is one pic of yesteday:
Johnny leaving Crown Point.
More Chicago fiming is scheduled to begin April 5th in Aurora, ILL.
Article Credit The Times nwi.com
Johnny Makes AOL Television’s Top 20 TV Cops List for his role as Tom Hanson Jr. on 21 Jump Street. Johnny comes in at number 15.
Here is the Complete List
Thanks, Andie, for the info!
Our Johnny Depp fanlisting (or should I say admirer-listing?) got member No. 1000 today. This is a HUGE milestone!
If you haven’t joined the fanlisting yet, you can do this right now by clicking here.
You don’t know what a fanlisting is and what it is for?
It is very simple:
a fanlisting is just…a list of fans or admirers who add their name to the list to show how much they admire Johnny.
There are no rules or costs to join. You just need to add your first name, email (which you can hide) and Country and you can link back with a code if you want. It is really nothing more than a list.
Check out the whole fanlisting section of this site here
1,000 people were waiting to see
Johnny Depp on Monday.
Once Depp arrived He smiled and waved
,putting his hands together in a prayer like
gesture, offering a little bow, and touched
his hand to his heart in thanks for their
adoration.
Depp was very appreciative of the fans
waiting so long to see him.
Stacia Upton from Eisenhower Elementary School, 16,
held up a poster saying, “We love you, Johnny.”
“It’s got my phone number on it, see?” Upton said.
“He was waving and smiling all big and pretty,” said classmate Kali Norfrey, also 16. “He’s gorgeous! This is the highlight of my life!
“When I look back in life that’s gonna be the last thing I see,” she said.
Article Credit Post-Tribune
With every new project that Johnny endevours upon, he gains new admirers. I have completed the beginning of the biography in simple English, so to be understood by all. The new writings are through the early film years, which includes Johnnys completion of the Gilbert Grape film. It is quite a lot to read. i will be adding more this next couple of weeks so if you would like to read the beginning, you can start now. Its still a bit rough and will be smoothed out when totally completed, so keep that in mind.
We hope it is informative to you and if you have any comments or questions we would love to hear them.
Thanks so much to you all for your kind comments so far
Lizzy
September 2006
WHEN I THINK OF HUNTER, which is often, the floodgates open and I am instantly, easily and willingly overcome by a great deluge of memories. Memories as diverse as the man himself soar through my mind. Images of some of our less publicized adventures:
A dawn shopping expedition for magnum handguns…
A 3:00 A.M. head shaving appointment, duly and gingerly perfomed by the Doctor…
Delicately nursing ghastly hang-overs — feeding each other Fernet Branca while taking turns hitting from an oxygen tank (neither worked)…
The sheer fascination of watching him salt and pepper his food (it could take up to an hour, but no less than twenty minutes)…
Our thankfully short lived and nearly fatal impromptu decision to take hillbilly brides — long distance…
The two of us, cackling like mad, chasing an escaped mynah bird (Edward — a gift from Hunter and Laila Nabulsi) through my house…
Being locked in a San Francisco hotel room with him for five days and nights (a vast accumulation of condiments, fruit plates, club sandwiches, shrimp cocktails, and yes…grapefruits, stacked precariously high in the corner of the suite towering up to the ceiling)…
Hours and hours of intensely lyrical tete-a-tetes — reading miraculous passages from his many inspired and legendary works…
There were snappy, split-second, spot-on, hilarious observations that would buckle anyone’s knees, endless moments of hysterical rage, hilarity and rantings that most times rendered me fetal,
by Johnny Depp
Sept. 2005
OF ALL THE LEVELS OF CONNECTION, the most consistent was humor. Humor, often meaning practical jokes. There was no one more gifted in this arena or as skilled a craftsman as Marlon. He possessed the sense of humor ? which we both shared ? of a child. I once asked him why it was that farts were always funny. He replied, “Because they are blatantly anti-social.”
He once asked if I would play a small part in a film he was going to do in Ireland. I agreed and asked if I shouldn’t maybe take a look at the script. He advised me not to worry about it; I was simply going to play a journalist from ‘Rolling Stone’ magazine in New York. Simple enough, I concurred.
Friday evening, upon arrival, I was invited to dinner at his place. I had hidden in my pocket a brilliant little rubber device that, once mastered and properly lubricated, would emit the most genuine-sounding farts in the history of counterfeit fart noises.
He graciously greeted me at the front door and welcomed me in. As we approached the den, I put a firm squeeze on the contraption. BRRRTTTT. A quizzical look from Marlon. “Very good, John.” We sat on the couch. “Sorry, I ate something weird on the plane, I’m having a little…” BBBZZZRRRTT! once again. “Jesus, John, what the hell did you eat???” PPPHHHHRRRTTT!!!
I kept him going on for a good half-hour and only let up when his laughter turned to an expression of worry and he was reaching for the phone to get a doctor.
Edited by Mark Salisbury
Foreword by Johnny Depp
2004
Many a moon has passed since the days of my brief brush with TV stardom, or whatever one might dare call it. I mostly think of them as the do-or-die years: picture, if you will, the confused young man hurtling dangerously towards the flash-in-the-pan at sound-breaking speed. Or, on a more positive note, forced education, with decent dividends in the short term. Either way, it was a scary time when so-called TV actors weren’t eagerly received into the fickle fold of film folk. Fortunately, I was more than determined — even desperate — to break away from my ascent/descent. The chances were nearly impossible, until the likes of John Waters and Tim Burton had enough courage and vision to give me a chance to attempt to build my own foundation on my own terms. Anyway, no time to digress … this has all been said before.
I sit here, hunched at the keyboard, banging away on a ratty old computer, which does not understand me at all, nor I it, especially with a zillion thoughts swirling through my skull on how to proceed with something as personal as an update on my relationship with old pal Tim. He is, for me, exactly the same man I wrote about nearly eleven years ago, though all kinds of wonderfulness has flowered and showered the both of us, and caused radical changes in the men we were and the men we’ve become —
by Johnny Depp
2003
On a turbulent flight out of Vienna, en route to Paris, I was asked to write a couple of pages about the works of Jean-Michel Basquiat. The passengers on this bumpy journey-Enrico Navarra, Sebastian Moreu, and myself were in the throes of what happened to be an enormous Austrian pork hock…at least we hoped it was. We’d acquired the beast at a small, run down, carnival-like market on the edge of Vienna. Our feast was primitive and ferocious. Speaking for myself, I can honestly say that it had been at least 24 hours since any solid had slithered down my gullet and my appetite was ravenous. And now, here we were, bearing down on this greasy pig meat and all to grateful for it, even as the plane dipped and jilted us around like kewpee dolls.
The brain has been fed well that day, having just seen a collection of Jean-Michel Basquiat’s works and then on to another museum for a quick peak at a huge Warhol exhibition. All this information, in the matter of a few hours, is enough stimulation to drive any man to the nearest carnival-like market and throw down all of his coin for as much pork as humanly possible. So we did just that…
Between bites, Enrico brought up the idea of me writing something for the new and updated of the big book of Basquiat paintings he was about to re-publish. He said that if I wrote the piece,
SECRET WINDOW
I absolutely love Johnny Depp’s performance as Mort Rainey. It was just spectacular as his character was so complex and I had alot invested in Mort. I love the way the movie is written as it starts out one way and takes a completely unexpected turn at the end. Something that I didn’t expect and really is completely “out there”. I really felt for Mort as he was going through such a messy divorce. And you think all these things are going wrong for him. But, going through the divorce has caused him to use his creative outlet to get some emotions out and develope “Shooter”, a character that you think is another person that does these horrid things. But turns out that it was really Mort going off the deep end, in my personal opinion, from being alone for a long time. I also felt bad for Amy(Mort’s wife played by Maria Bello)because she really still loves Mort and Mort still loves her.Unfortunately, Amy made a mistake and she delt with the consequences. I thought it was really sad that Mort and Amy didn’t work things out. What I found even more shocking was Mort killing her and her boyfriend(Ted played by Timothy Hutton)in the end. And even though Mort totally went off his rocker, I thought Johnny did such a good job in getting the audience to understand where Mort was coming from. He couldn’t do all those bad things physically, but he could make it so it seemed like someone else did using his mind/creative outlet as he has a real battle with himself.