HOLLYBLOG: In which Katzenberg’s caught in a bench-press lie, Harrison Ford goes to the urinal
While clearing my head to make space for the new year/decade, I came upon these absolutely true Warren Beatty recollections. I’m never going to do anything with them. The Goodwill Store didn’t want them.
Here, they’re all yours…
The first time I meet him, I am led into his office on the backside of a shopping center up on Mulholland, about half a mile from his home. He is sitting on a couch. The blinds on the windows behind him are open, so that when he stands to greet me, all I can see at first is his silhouette. He’s wearing all black, which heightens the silhouette effect.
Jeffrey Katzenberg enters the screening room for dailies at his usual hyper pace. Everyone is waiting on him, including Warren.
Harrison Ford is taking a piss in the studio’s executive men’s room when someone unzips at the urinal next to him. Harrison glances over and sees that it’s Warren.
Costume designer Milena Canonero and I have soup at a restaurant on Sunset. She has worked with Warren on a number of occasions, and because he is a fascinating subject, the conversation naturally comes around to him. “He is Hollywood,” she says of him.
I get a call from Warren, who feels that Richard Sylbert has overstated his importance to "Dick Tracy," which they’d worked on together.
Earlier, when speaking with Richard, he’d asked me rhetorically of Warren, “Do you know what he’s more concerned about than anything else in the film?
Richard tells me what a wonderful piano player Warren is.
“Oh, that Warren, I don’t like him,” says my assistant, Sue, a savvy Italian from New York who’s a veteran of the studio game and calls ‘em like she sees ‘em regardless of who they are. I would be nowhere without her.