VENICE – The festival moves on and now everyone else is on their way to Toronto our man can spill the beans about the doings of the film folk.
A wise man (it was Al Pacino) once said to me you never know what’s going to happen next. Then he punched me in the face. So when I met Al again I felt I was prepared for anything. He’s on the Lido to promote two films: The Humbling and Manglehorn, one of which (and I’m not telling) is in competition for the Golden Lion.
Al’s one of the most relaxed superstars you can hope to meet. We met for a quick lunch in-between interview junkets and red carpet strolls.
‘So Al,’ I said easing into my subject. ‘Jack and Jill? What the f*ck?’
‘What can I say?’ said Al. ‘The money was good and Adam had kidnapped my kids until I signed on.’
‘Jesus that’s terrible.’
‘I know. I love my kids.’
‘No I wasn’t thinking about your kids, I was still thinking about Jack and Jill.’
‘Oh come on,’ says Al. ‘It wasn’t that bad.’
So I punched him in the face.
As security piled onto me, the last thing I saw was Al holding his bleeding nose, but I swear to God, there was a devilish twinkle of admiration in his eye.