May 16, 2015
Last but not least, a funny story my NBF Harvey Weinstein told me about Robert Redford, my colleague movie star. It seems Bob Redford is very slow on the draw. In the old west that existed only in the movies he would have died in the first reel. He would jump the turnstiles in the subway if he rode the underground. He makes Silas Marner look like Wafic Said. Redford called Harvey and asked him to lunch. Harvey reminded him that he, Harvey, had never ever not picked up the check for these last 25 years. “This time it’s definitely on me,” said Redford. So Harvey suggested The Monkey Bar, where they serve some extremely expensive wine. Once they ordered lunch, Weinstein asked for the most expensive bottle the joint had on the menu, an extraordinary Chateau Mouton Rothschild 1957, or something like that. He then asked for a second bottle and finished that too. Redford asked for the bill, but once it came he started fumbling for his wallet and his credit cards. “I seem to have misplaced it…” he mumbled. Harvey then pretended to lose his temper and accused the actor of being a worse actor in life than he is on the screen. But Harvey ended up paying and he didn’t even want to drink that day, he only wanted to make Redford pay. Such are the joys of having famous screen friends. You always end up paying the bill. But not to worry. I will not play Taki in the greatest movie ever made of the greatest book ever written, and so I will continue to pick up the check, Robert Redford not included.