Robert Forster drinking cup after cup of black coffee.
Generally, celebrities can kiss my ass. (Specifically I'm talking to you, Val Kilmer, sitting outside your trailer and talking on your cell phone and blocking the entire Houston St. sidewalk with your splayed legs several years ago, and to you, Hugh Grant, who glared at me a few years ago while talking on his cell phone because I walked through his precious photo shoot—that was blocking the entire sidewalk on Lafayette St.—even though the shoot was on break.) But last Saturday, while we dined outside in West Hollywood on delicious lunch fare, I heard That Voice coming from a back corner table. If you're familiar with Forster (he was nominated for an Oscar for his portrayal of bail bondsman Max Cherry in Jackie Brown—here's a scene), you know That Voice. It's a voice that could convince you to do just about anything, up to and including murder. He was seated by himself, reading his paper and drinking coffee. He chatted amicably with a couple next to him, and to "Frank" on his cell, somebody he was meeting that afternoon who was walking in L.A. so Forster gave him until 3pm so he wouldn't have to rush. He was talking to the couple about one of his next movies (possibly this one?) in which the male lead was playing a real "reprobate." I got to hear Robert Forster say "reprobate." I was in heaven. previous copyranter celeb dealings: celeb dish #2—taking a meeting with LT; copyranter celeb dish #1—working with JK Simmons vs. Dennis Miller.