We were talking about movies at work. The subject of 'Charlie's Angels' came up.
Me- "Yeah, he was kind of skeevy looking...."
Joy- "Until you found out he was evil and...."
Together- "HE STARTED DANCING!!!!'
I meet Sam Rockwell at the Four Seasons Hotel, Beverly Hills. He's almost sexy, but he's odd. He's wearing incongruous clothes. Smart blazer, bashed-up blue cords, thick white socks with shoes. He has wispy longish hair and a strange, sleazy Seventies thick moustache. No, it's not for a part, it's for 'shits and giggles', he laughs. But he has sad brown eyes. Sometimes they dart everywhere round the world, sometimes they gaze intensely, and then they become heavy, eyelids drooping.
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