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: