It’s a sad fact of my professional life that over the years, the actors I’ve most admired for their acting skill have almost always turned out to be thoroughly disappointing (as in detestable) human beings when I’ve actually worked with them.
For a long time now I’ve thought that the problem was within me. Maybe I expected too much? Maybe my writing was suffering because of the awe I felt in the very presence of the Great Ones? Or was there more to it?
Recently, I encountered a quote from Freddie Prinz Jr. on the very same subject:
“I did 24, and it was terrible. I hated every moment of it. Kiefer was the most unprofessional dude in the world. That’s not me talking trash. I’d say it to his face. I think everyone that’s worked with him has said that…[The experience was so awful it made him “want to quit the business.” (Hollywood Reporter.)
Thanks, Freddie, for helping me understand the situation. You’ve reaffirmed my faith in the idea that the people we meet who strike us as particularly horrible human beings most likely are, indeed, particularly horrible human beings.
Only problem is, I’m so appreciative of you and filled with admiration for your courage for saying this that I really, really, really want to meet you. Which means that now I don’t dare because, well, you know.
Is that irony? Man, I’m getting tired of irony.