I really don't know why he's taken to chatting with me. Honestly I don't. As a co-worker has pointed out to me, there are few people who share less in common with Jack Nicholson than I. And yet for the second time in four months I spent an hour on the phone last night chatting with perhaps the most famous actor in the world.
Last night we chatted mostly about politics (in November it was "Chinatown" and "Batman" respectively in a two-part chat). Surely you've seen his campaign ad for Hillary Clinton by now. So it was me at my desk in mid-town Manhattan, posters of "The Last Mimzy" and "Bratz" hanging over me, and Jack was where? I'm guessing his feet were up. He was in plush robe of some sort. Maybe he was sipping some whiskey. Neat of course. Bob Evans was probably in a cabana out back. Me, I had a box of Krusty O's next to me. Read more...