Cinetrix here, still catching up with the NYT's outpouring of film offerings from the weekend. I liked this bit on professional courtesy from the piece on the strangely fascinating Peter Sarsgaard.
"In my first scene in any movie ever," Sarsgaard said, "Sean Penn dragged me out to a swamp, threw me down in the mud, raped and killed me and my girlfriend. We did the scene, we took a shower, put on new clothes and did the scene again. All night long. And that was my big break." Penn had taken Sarsgaard and the actress who played his girlfriend out the night before. "It was a sort of I'm-going-to-rape-you-and-we-should-get-to-know-one-another meal," Sarsgaard remembered. "I thought that was nice, and I've tried to extend the same courtesy to my co-stars, especially if I'm going to kill or rape them."
In that situation, under what name do you make the reservation, I wonder?
