Sunday, March 24

I can’t believe Quentin has time to take off on Oscar Sunday to meet with me. Well, yeah, I can believe it. The guy’s his own man (A Band Apart, remember?) and this is about casting the lead in his own movie, his great epic film.

So I put on some jeans, cowboy boots, a tank top with something about .3575 on it, and a big, heavy, black leather jacket from Kung Fu, The Legend Continues, climb into Annie’s huge, black GMC SUV with the Harley sticker on it, with Thunder, my Bernese mountain dog, in the back (he goes everywhere with me), and haul over to Quentin’s pad in the Hollywood Hills.

I’d been there before, to watch movies in his vintage movie theater, but had never been inside the house. He buzzes the gate open and I growl up the long driveway. It takes a while before Quentin opens the door. He’s in short...