Dear Nancy,
Over twelve years ago, an agent had a compilation tape of my film work. I couldn’t look at it. I stashed it.
It surfaced last year, out of the lake of flotsam and jetsam after ten years in this house. I could barely watch. Snippets don’t work! Not Brando’s, not Judi Dench’s.
I have sent you ADAM and MURROW.
I’m much older, natch. But by the end of MURROW I’ve grown old and sick. I told Buzz Berger (remember Herb Brodkin’s and his THE DEFENDERS?) that I didn’t think I looked bad enough. He smiled and said, “Oh, yes, you do, and the acting does it all anyway.” Thanks.
These should be watched straight through. Though I have never believed that producers or directors ever do just sit down and pay attention. They want you in their wardrobe saying their words for their particular project, and they won’t admit that. Plus. . . most of them have no imagination.
However! These are for you and your people, correct? I hope you enjoy them.
Kisses,
Daniel J.
P.S. I’m curious myself. The photos you have are only four years old. I had misgivings last week, thinking they misrepresent me. And I have no patience with actors’ photos that clearly lie—ten years old and touched up, you know? This very day, I am having new ones made, by the same photographer, in Chicago.