|Not-so-old Irish blue eyes
gets familiar with the witches of Dunne flick. Meet Aidan Quinn.
|Aidan Quinn is waxing more than lyrical
about powers magical and otherwise. "There is a tyranny of too much
choice," he declarees. "It's a dangerous power, almost out of control. If
you give a rat a choice between eating a nice healthy husk of wheat or eating sugar, its
going to eat sugar every time. I mean, if you can't sleep at night and if you pull up the
Spectravision at your hotel and you're like, "Okay, what's going to help me sleep
here?", and you see the Pamela Lee Anderson tape is on, do you think you're going to
turn it off?"
|"I did that last night! I said,
'What am I doing? Turn this fucking thing off and go to sleep!' I was just so
Having answered his own question vis-a-vis hotel porn, Quinn chats about his Practical Magic director and co-star, Griffin Dunne and Sandra Bullock respectively, declaring them to be "like two teenagers on speed".
In Practical Magic, his trademark ultra-blue eyes and one green contact lens make him the film's David Bowie. He is also wearing a piece of Connemara marble to reflect back "evil sprirts" and he gamely recalls a past experience with the paranormal.
"There used to be an old lady who died in the house where we lived and I was visited twice by an entity or whatever you want to call it. She came and stood over me and I was terrified - I couldn't look at her. Finally I turned and looked and the thing went back up the stairs and was gone and I woke up. I went, 'Thank God, it's just a dream'.
"Then exactly what happened in the dream happened in real life - only when I turned to see what it was, it kind of crystallised for a second...." He pauses, then deadpans. "But I was 19. Doing a lot of acid..."
Shooting Practical Magic left both him and director Dunne bonding with a bevy of witches.
"I've been in many movies where the women are the central characters and I have what might be called a 'wife role'," he laughs. He then confides that Dunne apparently had a more stressful time.
"Poor Griffing, he remembers. "I went home for a week and when I came back he saw me, ran across the room and said, 'Thank God you're back. They're devouring me..."